| First couplet:
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| Look around, one thing is paradoxical,
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| The steeper life, the deeper the lift to the social bottom.
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| I am the main inhabitant of the bottom, that element,
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| Don't worry, I'm the sun, a creative person.
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay, who's against it?
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| All your years you shamelessly ruin.
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| I can't afford to look for an incentive again,
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| I don't drink much, I taste slowly.
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| Argh, what's the rally? |
| Stop blowing the whistle
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| Fuck off, let's be a star for a while.
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| I'm tired of conforming to the views of a vigilant society,
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| Live beer is better than dead creativity.
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| Are you the one to judge me, argh?! |
| Here is the psycho!
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| I live by the principle that the less you know, the better you sleep.
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| How much time I lost, I don’t worry, I didn’t grieve,
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| Well, why are you an eyesore, but don't pester your conscience!
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| Chorus:
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| Time to finish us, because we are your children,
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| Heart underground, money down the drain.
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| Second couplet:
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| I'm wearing an old hoodie
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| I was cold, I was cold, but I was flying with a frozen flag.
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| It's a couple of yards to the ground, to Forbes,
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| This release ter gum like Pablo.
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| I am from the fire as from the Diablo squad.
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| Learned how they do business, took away the rights, ba,
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| Our DJ is coolly hooked on Marvel,
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| Now he is a monster, tearing clubs like a barbarian.
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| Life is as if someone twisted the rumor,
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| Crawled out of the muddy bottom to the river bank,
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| So many underground routines, so many tantrums, intrigues,
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| Even Beverly Hills would not have survived so many passions.
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| Yes, I'm definitely not from this planet, like Clark Kane,
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| Although the goal was high, on the spectrum as a high head.
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| All hands dropped, the first I shout I can,
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| But life landed me on the parquet floor.
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| Chorus:
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| Time to finish us, because we are your children,
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| Heart underground, money down the drain. |