| We walk until Brooklyn heading to the southern home
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| We need some new feelings cause our brain is like a hole
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| «Love» is a little tattoo engraved on our skin
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| «Fear» was sold to the devil with a grin
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| We buy some jam to a freaky rotten pearl
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| We take it fast like that kiss we stole to a girl
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| We’re leaving the invisible and dark sadness
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| In a few minutes now I will dance with happiness
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| Ho I feel streets talked to me
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| They said that’s life in the city
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| Like a big big big house where we feel like a mouse
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| Ho I feel streets talked to me
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| On our way back at dawn drivers sport corporate jumpsuit
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| Stuck in their cars they scream «Death before reroute»
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| In bold letters like a slogan on billboard
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| «What's left of your angers?» |
| is written on the wall
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| Confidence fueled by the last colors of bliss
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| We swear to god our live will never be like this
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| We dance again in this twenty first century set
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| We don’t know where it ends but it ends with no regrets
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| We want sex, we want drugs, only friends, the other sucks!
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| We are the sun, we are the light, like in a kongery pride! |