You know, you know, I thought I appreciate everything I have
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Be special, not a number
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Waiting for answers, without asking
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It's stupid
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Think what to do to do it immediately, immediately!
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To keep calm, I lose my temper
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The heat was enough not to get cold
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And I am a slave to my anxieties
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Even knowing how to dominate them
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I write for myself, for you, for them
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To forget who I am
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Just by writing on a sheet
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I'm dead tired with no big commitments
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I go to bed as wrong as you think it wakes me up
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being bad
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For as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being sick for as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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Woo oh, woo oh, woo oh, oh
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Woo oh, woo oh, woo oh, oh
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My desire to do died of hunger
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It's up to what's left I can help you
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I see their faces, there's no need to speak
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Shut up without commenting |
I'm thinking tons
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I don't waste a line talking bullshit
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I prosper a life if it doesn't say bad, bad
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I have a perfect plan for every hundred attempts
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Substantially different if I'm cold in summer
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I am the exact center among friends with no future
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University students with parents in cuffs
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Reluctantly I have to leave
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Those who have not known how to behave
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For me, sweating leads to results
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being bad
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For as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being sick for as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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It's not so cold on the balcony
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How far out the grudges gradually succeed
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We reproach ourselves for the gone time, the train has passed
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I still haven't told you everything
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Even this uncomfortable place I earned
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I furnished it with the haste of a boy
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Now I'm thinking
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I take my breath away when I exaggerate |
Maybe this time it's paranoia
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Goodnight as soon as everyone gets up!
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being bad
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For as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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It's like being in after, I lower the shutters
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I cradle in the dark without further questions
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It's like being sick for as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours
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Woo oh, woo oh, woo oh, oh
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Woo oh, woo oh, woo oh, oh
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It's like being bad
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For as long as you can
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With more anger than you want
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As long as the slams are yours |