| Cheick!
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| I'm lonely, woah
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| Breakfast in bed - another new day
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| Breakfast in bed - another new day
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| Breakfast in bed - another new day
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| Breakfast in bed - another new day
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| I wake up at seven in the morning, every day I'm lonely
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| I wake up very early, a lot of things on the block
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| Dolce Gabbana fragrance, delicious smell, fresh clothes
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| I feel like a bitch, I don't care what you whine
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| I have a pack of Marco Polo with me, we smoke when we roll
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| With me baby, like Jolie, plunder my bankroll
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| On the stage there is a raven with a microphone, the club is packed - I'm alone
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| With me bando and through the veins fucking muzlo
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| Se la vie, I didn't want such a life,
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| But what I have achieved is chic
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| Don't talk to me, don't get close to the shot
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| I want to be alone (be alone)
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| I see a new dawn
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| People are mannequins in dresses
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| How much truth is in you?
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| How much more are you willing to give them?
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| It's a dance in a loop, but the music didn't even start
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| Everyone is in complete shit, but we won't tell anyone about it
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely
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| Not
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely
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| Not
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely
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| Not
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
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| I threw a seed into these lands so that greenery would sprout
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| Bones turn pale, we mow, we sow with only one purpose
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| So that there is food for our families, they circle thousands of carousels
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| Under the scorching sun all week, where I smolder fury
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| Reloading the Glock, smoking a couple from the bushes
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| Dive into this bitch, I'm like Cousteau here
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| Blood packs on the table, the bitch is like a sprout
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| A young maiden like Pocahontas from dreams
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| You know all my worries are herbs and banknotes
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| I smoke a lot, I pray to God
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| God, how exhausted I am!
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| I want to escape to another world on the water
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| In substances in a veil, and only in this I am dressed,
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| But when I was a man, and now I'm just a shadow
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| I ask questions without answers and you can fly
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| I'll give a thousand virgins for freedom
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| I go down under the water, where there are thousands of bodies
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| I will find there an age-old peace, deep among these people, where there is no matter (no, no,
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| No)
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| I didn't want this life (no, no, no)
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| Memories - footage
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| Was it all with me?
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| I don't remember, tell me
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| My life is a cry of the soul through mirages (to be alone)
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| I see a new dawn
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| People are mannequins in dresses
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| How much truth is in you?
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| How much more are you willing to give them?
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| It's a dance in a loop, but the music didn't even start
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| Everyone is in complete shit, but we won't tell anyone about it
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| Lonely, alone, alone - no
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| Lonely, alone, alone - no
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| Lonely, alone, alone - no
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely |