Give me a word and I'll write you a book from it
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Sometimes I'm pepper spray, sometimes I'm a rose nazi
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I'm so comfortable when I go out
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Let me dig a grave, let me open your eyes, let me steal your heart
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Honeymoon every day to some, I'm one of them (Haha!)
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I got 20 liras in my pocket, I don't want the scrolls
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Gambling with barrels against my head while I'm playing
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It's been a while since I crossed the border, fuck the stony walls
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Filmed Hunger Games
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I see every day
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My prayers are hidden on my lips
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I'm at the end of this past that I cursed the order
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I'm out of your conjecture, my truth, so I'm stuck
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I'm a sparrow on a cherry branch, I'm sore, I'll pass
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I'll go and choose the wrong when there's a ton of right
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I'll drink every day, I'll pass the line, maybe
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After all, if I'm human, I'm two empty syllables
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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But no matter what I do, it doesn't close'
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No slingshots when targets are clear
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No shoes on knees or feet
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My life is ember, I'm getting old
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Sometimes I'm so silly, I say to the world "Don't come back!"
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My garden is full of coyotes, not chickens, I don't say "winter"
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I'm not processing. |
The bullets they fire give me gas
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Boy, you don't know anything, so you don't swear
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He doesn't see the Arab girl, he doesn't have a window
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While the floods are flowing outside, there is not a single drop on his tap, his stomach is empty.
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When the rich snobby chooses food, it's too early to rejoice
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As the grim reaper chooses a baby, the day passes by
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While we are fighting peacefully, while Fuzuli is enjoying
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While painting yesterday on paper, death
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What country are you in, what city are you in?
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Today we are on a different channel, me and you, this point is turning
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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But no matter what I do, it doesn't close'
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No slingshots when targets are clear
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No shoes on knees or feet
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My life is ember, I'm getting old
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But no matter what I do, it doesn't close'
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No slingshots when targets are clear
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No shoes on knees or feet
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My life is ember, I'm getting old
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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One day the king will be a vizier, he will be fed
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Might to hate, let her eyes be filled
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Think about it and look for it, right or wrong
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But no matter what I do, it doesn't close'
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No slingshots when targets are clear
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No shoes on knees or feet
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My life is ember, I'm getting old
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But no matter what I do, it doesn't close'
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No slingshots when targets are clear
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No shoes on knees or feet
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My life is ember, I'm getting old |