Ankara has a Scandinavian winter
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Wet slope of Front Cebeci side
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We didn't step foot in the slip, they were jealous of us
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They just admire
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makes me greedy drumtrip
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Fighting, fighting, pushing, shoving, we were beaten a lot, just as we did not climb
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Seeks ulterior motives for people, siblings, family
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He exploits you even more just because he's close
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I think our nature is arrogance, I still have friends and
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They're so close, even too many, as much as my debts
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My head stays empty, they wrap grass and burn it
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Let's gather and distribute the threshing when I'm too thick
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I grew old in Ankara, around Kızılay
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Then my Rizla got wet
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If it's a test, we are the life, stylish, your order is asshole
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It's a crime to laugh at the pass, it's illegal
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I am sometimes whirling dervish, supposedly metaphorically
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Every moment without music is already my funeral
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While we're still together
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Neither China nor Harlem is my whole world neighborhood!
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something in your head
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thoughts in your head
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The poke always makes you laugh sometimes
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Sometimes it drives crazy and
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Sometimes it's hard to understand
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You just come and swing in the void
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Then those things remind
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are familiar with
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something in your head
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thoughts in your head
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The poke always makes you laugh sometimes
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Sometimes it drives crazy and
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Sometimes it's hard to understand
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You just come and swing in the void
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Then those things remind
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are familiar with
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Teleport from An-an-an-an-Ankara to Istanbul
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Leave there and stay in the İZBAN of 35
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My life is a 'travel; |
neither very difficult nor comfortable
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I can't give it to anyone, there is no account, it hurts in my conscience
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Money in my wallet, money in my enemy
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Income troubles, they will get hurt on my three sides
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But four kinds of cigarettes in my ass pocket
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My squinting eyes are red, our tan is burnt
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But we are other
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If it is, find out, the money order is good and sipali
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Money is money million is my head is trillion
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We play ping-pong with Aga B in Kennedy and lots of hits with Bugy
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I have traces of Ankara's revolt
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Due to the blood spilled on the streets, our
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We did not understand
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I acted in the hose of the fire brigade that supplied water, I abused him
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When I'm cold, thoughts in every frosty help in my head
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My daily meditation is an hour with a gram
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My body in trouble is familiar that there is a past because of it
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Sometimes the things that break you down repeat the build!
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something in your head
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thoughts in your head
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The poke always makes you laugh sometimes
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Sometimes it drives crazy and
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Sometimes it's hard to understand
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You just come and swing in the void
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Then those things remind
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are familiar with
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something in your head
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thoughts in your head
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The poke always makes you laugh sometimes
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Sometimes it drives crazy and
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Sometimes it's hard to understand
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You just come and swing in the void
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Then those things remind
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are familiar with |