Review from here
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From the place where I was born where it all started where everything changed
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Where there was a rhythm now there is
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The same broken rhythm recomposed
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Broken syncopated slowed down accelerated torn to pieces played with the hands
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On a drum
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Or with your fingers on a screen that comes from the future
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With the heart never still, never sure but pure
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This is my house my street my people
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This is my music which is made up of everything and nothing
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And nothing is more powerful than two headphones that sound
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Following the rhythm of your steps that go away
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From what someone has already decided for you
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But without asking yourself where you wanted to go
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The sidewalk under the house, a runway to take off
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From a country with a thousand buildings without stairs
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More than a welfare state, it is a social pond
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Review from here with no answers
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I have not acquired wisdom along the stops
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Because I haven't made any stops, it's an adventure
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Without protections, zero guarantees, without fear
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To lose what you can't take away from me
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I review from here and still feel the magic
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Of the world exerting its centrifugal force
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Its centripetal force
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It is cosmic and cosmetic
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Tragic and energetic
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Supercalifragilistica
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Funkadelica
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Review from here
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Like a bouncing ball
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As the beat picks up
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And it goes up and down
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And it goes up and down
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It bounces
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I review from here like a bouncing ball
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As the beat picks up
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And it goes up and down
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It bounces
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It bounces
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I review from here and there is something moving
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Languages that mix intersections and new faces
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The multicultural world I dreamed of has become a reality
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Ta ta ta ta ta ta
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And everything changes, that's what never changes
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And it comes and you go go come come come go go
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I hear the call of the forest
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I can't stay away from this party for long
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With a sound system that warms up good stuff
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The groove that proceeds as the diver thunders
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From the turntables I started and I can continue
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Born analog, I'm fine digital
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I review from here like a bouncing ball
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As the beat picks up
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And it goes up and down
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It bounces
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It bounces
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This is life and there is no escape from life, you know
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What you sow it is said that you will reap
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But not everything depends on sowing
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There is rain there is sunshine nature of the soil
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And it's not written anywhere that it can't
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Change an itinerary during the race
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I have developed a good sense of practicality
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I shared the upper floors and the pavement as well
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I'm not going to get straight to the point
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I am not interested in a novel in its summary
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I am the counterpoint to a melody
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Which acts as a counterpoint to a melody
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I review from here like a bouncing ball
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As the beat picks up
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And it goes up and down
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It bounces
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It bounces
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They tell me there is no more music there is no more music
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And the more they repeat it to me, the more I hear music
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Get out of every corner of the world where I pass
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I hear the asphalt that resonates like a bass
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And the refrigerator sings and the elevator rumba
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Everywhere there is music ladies and gentlemen
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I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's the usual story
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That everything always looks better in the memory
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Rather than contradictory living
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We know that the past sounds comforting
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Instead, while it happens, life is unexpected
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It does not ask to be understood but lived
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This is life between delirium and restlessness
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I do the last rhyme with gratitude
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Here is the music between crowds and solitude
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The last rhyme of the piece is "gratitude"
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I review from here like a bouncing ball
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As the beat picks up
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And it goes up and down
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It bounces
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It bounces |