Rashaman:
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I stopped on the road again, and it didn't look like it
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Same error again, shit, nothing unseen
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I sit alone nodding my head, lighting a cigar,
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And the brothers lose their heads in the apartment next door
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I would try something new in the long run
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I would add that this is for die-hards,
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And it's 5 to 12 and I urgently need to manage
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I'm going back to the way I was the day before, brother what are you going to do
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I'm interested in the paper, it takes two
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To heal the wound and come home — I hug mine
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_ was tempered, poured even more
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In the end, what did I gain and what did I neglect?
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They tell me everything will be fine, I don't have time to wait
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I fall on topics when I hear a voice from far away
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They say there is salvation, I would rather not bet
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I fly away in an hour when I close my eyes, I'd say
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I hear from my brother, the situation is as before
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He says "I saw your sister, she's thinking of you and she's beautiful"
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I don't regret it even now, it just happened to me
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That's the tail valve, all on one then the backs:
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An empty crate, only studio-you in it
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Lots of empty flyers when I wake up
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If you came, you would judge me if you saw this
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"What's up?" |
Everything in the old way, that's what it all boils down to |
Tall buildings, big money, bigger problems
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We have high hopes in an unprecedented dilemma
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Dancing with fire because that's how genes are
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Here and there you hear about prison and about a hellish woman (?)
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I look at the city, the end of the stage, I drive the last lap
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I'm listening started from the bottom (?), the phone rings, a friend calls:
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"Come to the roof, I'm throwing the last flower in the rice field"
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We count the planes and imagine our flight
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Ref:
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One flight, second flight, third fall
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And I crush the flower again, I look at the city killed
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I absorb this rap like a drop
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Another one is cool for me just then
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Infamyus:
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I feel the effects of this frostbite
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On which I walk, there was water, but everything has changed
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You harden, you crack, then everything breaks
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You use your fingers, add some salt and then do it all over again
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Hours of leisure then I return to myself,
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And I see a new face when I look at you
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I've been sewing this since the beginning, I've never made a debut
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I have nothing to hide a lot of times from morons
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I felt restlessness, I lost faith
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I stood on the solitaire and wanted to fly
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Be bold when I threaten to change
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Outshine everything and conquer the Universe
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But this city is the dormitory of the slaves of the West
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Pawn shop — hope for profit
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I am not the voice of the people, but of the young staff |
Who dream of being called their boss?
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The prism of communism created conformists
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Mediocrities jerking off to the descriptions of a sleazy lobbyist
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I flip through the newspaper in the morning, I recognize the protagonists
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I think to myself and then breathe a sigh of relief
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Sordid stories of those who boast of weapons
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Crime uncles and boys who play fathers
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She is ready to sell herself for a piece of clothing
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Because that's what drives her who and everything
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I count the cash at the end of the day but it doesn't give me peace
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Because I'm a corpse at the end of the day because of that freaking paper
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A tail as fresh as the wound you touch,
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And you know you can't — that's the side you choose
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Ref:
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One flight, second flight, third fall
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And I crush the flower again, I look at the city killed
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I absorb this rap like a drop
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Another one is cool for me just then |