you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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Life is like a coy bride
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Working non-stop in construction
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I also came out of their apris
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'Cause I'm sick of your whims
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But somehow I still couldn't get you out of myself
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I couldn't put my head on my pillow and sleep with both eyes closed
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I asked myself: “Why is this so, I wonder why?”
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I thought and understood: "Oh, you're still why."
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I trembled on it, I stood still, I did not give up
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Darkness became my best friend, I was not bored
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I swayed a lot but I didn't fall, I didn't crash
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I'm the dog of money and I didn't hang out either
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You have the money, the wealth
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Trouble and solution is yours
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You have the ways of love
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to you
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Foggy streets and silent homes are left behind.
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That's enough for me
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I get out of my own swamp
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Then I burned
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I thought it would never fall again if it fell once
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I dipped my bread in the bloody sauce of the streets
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I lived the streets, I saw, I believed
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You won't understand if you don't see them
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If you don't live and praise life, you won't know
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If you see it anyway, you can't get it out of your mind and delete it...
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streets
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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Life is not easy, man
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You can't hit every ball when it comes
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Everyone falls when it's their turn
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Sudden dreams are real and the world is mortal
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The night is cold, the sidewalks are drilled
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Nobody asks you, you are unknown
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Mania, if you can
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The eye sees, the heart does not see
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Breasts dream of pain
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No applause for some of your falls
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The reason is hidden in your eyes
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Stones thrown don't hurt
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Often difficult restarts
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The end becomes clear, as you begin
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Your back is visible fake gaze
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Winters have no one
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Every road I take is hell
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If you throw my heart into the fire, it won't beg
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Anyone who knows the name of the street cannot be known to us.
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If it's my fault to write, I don't beg for forgiveness
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Come on come on me, come on
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I also have a deep place
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Cool I won't fall behind you
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The days of those who go are hard
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those who know the truth
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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Street corners become cold, hard marble
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The notebook suddenly closes without end
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Nothing has an end, there is no end
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First beginnings don't make him forget.
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One day you will put your head on the asphalt
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You choose the stone of destiny on the ground
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You understand that the place is overflowing, full of dope
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When you find the full skinny you will see the way
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Now you have to stand tall, my eyes on the streets
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Street burns man disappears, embers
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You become a dog, you become a dog, your worthless word
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Your essence is lost in the dark
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Streets can push man, coach
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It can also send towards evil
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Then you also fight non-stop.
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To get rid of that swamp slowly
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Even though I look at the clock, I can't understand
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Even if I write from my heart, I can't hear
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as if speaking quietly
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I can't scream and scream again
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Let's go deeper, let's go deeper
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As if it wasn't enough, go even deeper
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What you call hard is the dirt of my hand
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One ends, one begins again
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come back, let them come back
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It's so cold but let the wind blow
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I hear voices a little
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Don't let them scare me for nothing.
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It's like my left is pissed off on my right side
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Even if it's two words that don't print
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I hold the pen to my heart, I write
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Even though it's broken, the heart is mine anyway
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts
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you're telling me to stop
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The regions you have closed
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shadows on me
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You sent my deserts |