| Two in the morning, I'm out of a bar
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| And I still have some drum left
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| About that fucking tobacco bastard
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| That I wasn't going to smoke anymore
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| I'm not a man of my word, no
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| Like all of you
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| We repeat to ourselves: "I'll stop anyway"
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| But for now, yeah, okay, come on
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| Eh no, no
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| It's not okay no
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| I'm not what you asked for
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| So what do you do now? |
| I swear I don't know
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| Not even how I am, and how I am
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| Pretending to be honest I say: "Everything is perfect"
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| But no
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| I hate and love myself, like Milan
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| How do you do
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| I hate and love myself, like Milan
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| How do you do, yeah yeah
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| How do you do, yeah yeah
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| How do you do, yeah yeah
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| Not all of them have left
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| Some have stayed here
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| Those who tell the truth
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| Instead of always saying yes
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| Try saying no
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| I will not take it
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| I made decisions last night
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| And I swear I will respect them
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| I try to say no
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| Now my defects have become strengths
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| Even if my parfum is the same as yesterday
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| When there was no champagne, tell me: where were you?
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| Baby, without cash you didn't want me
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| I who will have a maximum of seven relatives in the family
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| My house is not the best, I have seven walls
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| Sometimes I would like to give you my best and you don't believe me
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| But one Sun heats up to seven planets at most
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| Eh no, no
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| It's not okay no
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| I'm not what you asked for
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| So what do you do now? |
| I swear I don't know
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| Not even how I am, and how I am
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| Pretending to be honest I say: "Everything is perfect"
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| But no
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| Some have left
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| Why it had to go like this
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| But I'm not taking it
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| I need privacy
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| I try to say no
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| And I will take everything
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| I made decisions last night
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| And I swear I will respect them
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| I try to say no
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| I try to say no |