I am devoted to these records, there is no secret here and I am nearby
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What year is it all through itself - bisicleta
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The goal is to the top. |
Mistake, making everyone laugh
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I start again as if I made a save
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I don’t wait for innings, I was assigned a power fight
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Everyone takes on the chest, and I will hit my head
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I have my own corner, as if a dry leaf has designed
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Dutifully my corner does not feed, but remember, I'm in shape
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A tedious routine drags on, viscous as if mud
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When I remove the web, everyone will forget the satire,
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But life does not paint a picture with these feints:
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That I suddenly untwisted myself, like Zinnedin's overstep
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The dream is cherished, and don't care that it's like a century at the microphone,
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And everyday work is not spectacular, like a slave
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Feet will be able to show me around the world
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The winds will bring my success. |
waiting for it
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Life - feint by feint
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On wounds bandage after bandage,
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But you have to fight
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My principles are
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Life - feint by feint
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On wounds bandage after bandage,
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But you have to fight
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My principles are
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Let no one finally know tricks and meanings,
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But life doesn't care, before me again the swing
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And everything that happens is teeming with such joints
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I'm not surprised if a new lunge upsets
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I expect blows and deceptive movements from her
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Cling yes foli, otherwise you will be a target
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After all, here any decision is morally volitional
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And you don't need really scoring chances to score
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I write so much, your erasers are not enough,
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But it's not for the future, as if I'm throwing myself at elastico
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I swung to do a lot, but so far I didn’t manage to do shit
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Therefore, success will again go on the swing
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Enough tricks, the coach threw a bolt at you!
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After all, we are part of one with you like ping and pong
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The winds will bring my success. |
waiting for it
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Life - feint by feint
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On wounds bandage after bandage,
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But you have to fight
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My principles are
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Life - feint by feint
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On wounds bandage after bandage,
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But you have to fight
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My principles are
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Life twists feints, in front of her boots you
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Back to back in the picture
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Onlookers are like cops, they are still leading witnesses
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And while they neigh and clap, they give you a break
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Life twists feints, in front of her boots you
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Back to back in the picture
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Onlookers are like cops, they are still leading witnesses
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And while they neigh and clap, they give you a break |