| 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 |