| I still remember lying on that hot morning
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| Pale marble, lulled by a calm heartbeat
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| The sun is high and beats down on the asphalt
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| People on the street en masse as in an assault
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| A girl screams as she beats her boyfriend
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| I watch reality TV from the window of my building
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| It's still the same fucking neighborhood
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| And drinking Belvedere makes us real beasts
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| I look a brasa in the eye as I tell him breathe (breathe)
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| The para is strong not paraffin
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| And you can go to the wheel but then the wheel turns
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| The money rolls you up and the coke pulls you, there is no way out
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| I look at the area, it's a dirty night, I scrape my throat and drink rough Vodka
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| I still have the wet mouth of your mouth, everything freezes
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| And I remember how it once was, once upon a time
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| And it wasn't me who hated this city
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| Here not even God has felt pity
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| From nights under the counter to MDMA
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| It seems to me that an eternity has already passed
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| And it wasn't me who hated this city
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| Here not even God has felt pity
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| From escapes to school and high school
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| It seems to me that an eternity has already passed
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| I remember loves that have become dramas, pains that have become grams
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| But the rest remained as it was
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| Only the worries became big
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| And I've always been good with words, it's not to say it
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| But I would have sold the smoke to a cop as well
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| I would have believed that the night made immortal
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| Before death made us peers
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| A piece of hard bread in a leftover and honest life there is none
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| And whoever does not have a life steals the life of others
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| And you have a hard time cutting yourself and you don't see the future if you have a life ahead of you
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| But then the future filters through and only old school tattoos remain on vintage skin
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| Little adults in dyed leather jackets, friends for fake leather
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| And it wasn't me who hated this city
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| Here not even God has felt pity
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| From nights under the counter to MDMA
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| It seems to me that an eternity has already passed
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| And it wasn't me who hated this city
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| Here not even God has felt pity
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| From escapes to school and high school
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| It seems to me that an eternity has already passed |