| This is the realms
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| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
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| Knock glasses witch
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| take it slow
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| A syllable at one end
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| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
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| I think everyone is welcome
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| silence is torture
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| This is the realms
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| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
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| Knock glasses witch
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| take it slow
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| A syllable at one end
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| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
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| I think everyone is welcome
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| silence is torture
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| As soon as the taste of the morning will be different, it will look like the night
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| Nights, nights are another
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| Have you ever woken up sweaty in the middle of the night?
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| Life holds a spell in this business and leaves it all of a sudden.
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| you swing down head down
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| They call his ass a baton and they make him walk by tying a rope to the stone.
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| You hang out in glassless rooms
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| Lonely, quiet, months pass
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| Don't say nothing will happen to me, trouble doesn't ask for addresses, ladies and gentlemen
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| One day, it may be your turn, the arrow may pierce your heart.
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| You come to the optics at night, you are in the movies, you live your paranoia
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| Life is in this business, it is not clear when and where the wind will blow from.
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| If you're not hungry, you'll never understand what it's like to live without a penny.
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| Killa fire angel sleeps with one eye open
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| Gangster come check it out
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| Get to know Killa from the beginning
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| Then go tell everyone
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| This is the realms
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| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture
|
| This is the realms
|
| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture
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| The nights were silent, for nights
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| My shadow became my friend, I fell into strange movies
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| I became a fire, I burned at night, you didn't call, you didn't ask once I got offended with you
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| The street smells on me at night, the stars have fallen on my hair, even the most king wakes up
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| My good deeds are buried in the past, not justice, but counted as law.
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| Even though there are storms inside of a robo, the flow direction of the river is clear.
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| The chalices of the toss are not dead today, Killa father, luck is fifty to fifty
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| You must be very quiet, come and sit next to me.
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| Killa has never been in love, there isn't, that is, the fairy girl whose heart is hidden
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| Bullets exploded in the city, I wrote it, the bullets bounced off me
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| I was silent in the torture, I vomited blood, I was born from the ashes again by sowing myself
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| Whether you want to shoot me down bang bang
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| Or send death directly to me pass
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| We don't surrender, we don't surrender, we will never kneel again
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| This is the realms
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| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture
|
| This is the realms
|
| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture
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| The night does not end again, this night has gotten longer
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| Bring the raki and knock the glasses
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| Dive into the lonely lonely quiet night, dream
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| Smoky days pass under heavy fog
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| If Killa is in control, you flow
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| You look out the windows while Killa fights for freedom in the street
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| We'll bury the anger, relax tonight, don't worry
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| This crew mature works
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| If you're bad it reminds you of your stitches from Killa
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| It's raining thinly and suddenly it's raining again
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| It's raining on me
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| The streets look wet and empty
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| Stars may fall in your hair
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| This is the realms
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| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture
|
| This is the realms
|
| Foggy smoky neighborhoods
|
| Knock glasses witch
|
| take it slow
|
| A syllable at one end
|
| Don't be afraid, it's yours tonight
|
| I think everyone is welcome
|
| silence is torture |