Your homework is to live boy, while you fight time for life
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Caught between knives and bones
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When we meet vengeance and make love to hate
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While you're fighting by diminishing and descending
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Fights apart from the right while sticking to it
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Greedy tuxedo crows
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rotten brands
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toothless rules, biased decisions
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Breathless democracy, shaved kings
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Don't forget! |
Press (press) biased from head to toe
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It's like every individual in this society is bloody with each other!
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However, we were side by side before, pen, sword, shield.
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Now look at this state of saliva, snot, phlegm.
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Your people who have sunk to the bottom and become polarized!
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It overflows with betrayal, lives in silence with the belief that it doubles
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Death is on your guard, don't give up, get up
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In summary; |
time pays tribute to a penny life
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In the middle of the Mediterranean, people are on the fishing line
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Get up from the middle of the sea with your sweat getting cold
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When the bamboo wire breaks, the blood jumps to the brain
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Headliner cop who broke his back, foe with his baton
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Those who worship the badge are in yesterday's soft
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They enter the package as cigarettes, then the day
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See if we're right
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Dividing the society with a hand grenade
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Buried in the jersey of your favorite club
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We died and were resurrected
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They did not give permission at this time
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They were startled when we cursed
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If there is a hit in this, the guardianship of the disgrace is the distance between us
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And the bondage that aligns the opposition by proxy
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From custody with a life sentence, from the grave with release
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From dusty persecutions, from the revolution, from the azan
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From merit, delusion, evolution and space
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And especially the person who failed in loyalty
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I don't come anymore, my two sides come together
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Life flows like a symphony who seeks
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I don't care, come on hang up and get in
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You believe the truth, you will lie on a moon
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I know the seller for two bottles of beer
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We lived two people one life for a thousand liras
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I can't do anything under me when the ground is slipping
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There are many waiting, yes even if we go, let's live
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If the boss is a loser again, the boss will be a loser.
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That's the way it's called living
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I've spent time traveling and writing
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This can't be my new age when you're so far away
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They're jealous of my life, they're jealous of us
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I didn't aim but just to miss
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Fingerprint on the trigger, scar on my body
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My past compares to my future now
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Find me, scatter the residue of the past to the winds
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By creating reasons again for the lost days
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The search is wasted, the wounds bleed
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This heaven sometimes seeks hell
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My dear is stuck in my teeth, tomorrow is a dumb stranger
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Liar whispering lies I haven't heard yet
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The other side of the coin is the gallows of truth
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I hid in paragraphs, hit my tongue word slingshot
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I took refuge in a morning, banishing the darkness
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Falling to the ground, hope is pregnant with suns
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Summary of my years holding on to a dream
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This river flows again positive or negative
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As long as I won the cruel fight
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My memory bleeds, paints my brush
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A few million pieces fall off my face
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My kite is broken
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The sky has descended into mystery |