The poet would write a book of poems for you
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I am a rapper and I write lines for you
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I keep a clear portrait of You in my head
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And a thousand words, and one day I'll tell you that ... (I'm in Love with you)
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Although the heart is sometimes cold as cobblestones in the morning
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And reason wants to drown them out and speak for them
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This is not the time to be rational
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It is crime to suppress emotions
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And to me, like Skaldom, everything says that ... (I'm in Love with you)
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Even if only this minute
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And tomorrow we will wake up knowing
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That the night was all and nothing, blame no one for it
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Because love does not need time and passion
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And if it's a start though I can't think about tomorrow
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I know that tomorrow I also want to wake up to see your smile
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Though the bed will probably be empty, my heart is full
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I kiss your photo ... (I'm in Love with you)
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If you want to know something about me, I'll tell you something
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Love for me is a swing that is in balance
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Because I want you with every defect, I will not change anything
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My drug, my oxygen
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I'm not alone when the drums play, that's a lie
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Because I need you, you are my inspiration
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One bottom, no intrigues, no traps, no games, no masks
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You are sleeping, I am watching you
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Listen, it's important, stay here, I'll turn you on
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Spike Lee movie in which Denzel plays the trumpet
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You will learn more about why I disappear for days
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And what music is to me
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I know words have a power to be respected
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But when I say universe, believe me I know what I'm talking about
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Thirty-two lines never before, nothing later
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Because I love and I don't say
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I would like to believe that gender does not determine knowledge
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But unfortunately you and I cannot understand
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Certain things, certain flaws, little stupid things
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You walk proud as a peacock, or you are a cold bitch
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And you don't get things done by constantly arguing
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By escaping into the world of truths or drawing smoke into the lungs
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I am aware of my flaws, but you too, look in the mirror
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These days are a bloody hell, don't be deceived, they won't come back
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This is the Savoy Hotel, the next part because those days have gone to hell
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Because the future is without us, tuxedo kingsajz
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Wet glass, night, I write beats, plays and she sleeps next to it |