You, as always, are on top, although you yourself are shorter
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We will never know who will throw nonsense into the air this time
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My cockroaches will ask you to smoke again while you climb with the question of where I am and how
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And you are in all seriousness, and I'm like a fool,
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But only with you I want to whistle big, fly into the box office
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Shoot at everyone in a row, who will make you close in yourself and dig (where?)
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A little more effort and we are on Olympus, dear
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I know how to raise your spirits, because you are like me, you want a lot and immediately,
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because you and me are a bunch
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Some kind of excess, not a luxury item, but the time will come to awaken the fantasy
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And it's easy for you and me, tell me, but for now I'm on the haze all day
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Nobody smiles like you, even after lights
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I just heard that you were knocking, as you come in, when suddenly you
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break into memory
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To the smallest detail, from extreme to lightness
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From cute notes in your voice, to silence and to big words
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You are completely in my veins, because you are not just a baby
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Whatever the volume, you are near, I hear
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My dream girl, girl I'm in trouble
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I see you in my dreams, in white and without offense
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In the evening I'm in the trash, at night I'm troiting
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It's all your eyes, I know it's all about them
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My dream girl, girl I'm in trouble
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I see you in my dreams, in white and without offense
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In the evening I'm in the trash, at night I'm troiting
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It's all your eyes, I know it's all about them
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I, as always, but light, I don’t like it, maybe
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And here you are, turning on the bitch and what you just won’t say just to offend you as soon as possible
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A little later, all the same eyes study my back in detail, they feel bad
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And the smoke seems to heal, but the butterflies die
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The numbers themselves pop up, the numbers themselves find
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And you are that disaster, you explode right from the entrance
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All night long we wound that film, where we cannot be torn, not scattered
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Where we will not be recognized in years, where we will need not money, but ingots
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I'm in love with your screams, I'm in love with your body
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One of the most luxurious and wild, where you and I are sleep deprived
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I lower all bitches to casual acquaintances
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Forget them, because if you take it in a big way, then you are not one of those bitches in fact
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You and I are a hasle, spinning, spinning
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And even on the verge of offside, we whistle, but not the judges
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You are completely in my veins, because you are not just a baby
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And no matter how loud, I'm nearby, do you hear?
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My dream girl, girl I'm in trouble
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I see you in my dreams, in white and without offense
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In the evening I'm in the trash, at night I'm troiting
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It's all your eyes, I know it's all about them
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My dream girl, girl I'm in trouble
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I see you in my dreams, in white and without offense
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In the evening I'm in the trash, at night I'm troiting
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It's all your eyes, I know it's all about them (my girl) |