| Wha-wha-wha-wha-what
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| yeah
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| It starts with crawling, the ways of life
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| Foot calluses (holds), locket double-sided
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| I am a poet, my verses are pain
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| Which one of us lived unilaterally?
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| don't ask
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| Even though my hills are breathtaking, I'm on my way
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| I resisted in the wretched pebble mode (I did)
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| You were my fight for no reason, you turned into a curse on my tongue
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| You were my apologies, you became an unacceptable offer today
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| Don't be in my mood, in my dreams I write in complex chords
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| Whether you exist or not, may Yunus's heart be filled with garbage
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| I gave my young feelings to the bitches too, my fakes are negative
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| I've been a character in my dreams, my sadness is my own
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| Your last mistakes do not have the luxury of compensation, I am offended by your detached honor
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| Inherited, resentful weeping was the main theme of my writings
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| I knew myself, I remained silent, I buried my rebellion in my heart
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| I killed my refugees all (all)
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| Flirt with lollipops until you're 18
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| And say creature, what is your name?
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| How many letters do you have?
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| How many voices? |
| How quiet?
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| How many behaviors did you exhibit?
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| How many are locals? |
| How many are out of place?
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing
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| I was perverted, bothered, had extreme palpitations
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| The reverse-domain was complicated, my mouth got used to it
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| My love was distilled from the root of my neck in a pure goblet
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| I was a glass baby from the emergency (urgent, urgent)
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| Rooster domination in the backyard
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| Here the wife was cooked, she was about to sell her husband
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| My two eyes were on strike and a few drops of tears were planted on my lands
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| Isn't it irritating? |
| Cholera was not to be played
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| Am I still in circulation, follow me!
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| As it is, I'm drunk
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| Value is my worth, ability
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| Empathy is a great gift
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| It feels chaste when you're cornering
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| Your grief is essential (yes)
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| Innocent expression in my eyes is a beginner tremble
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| Whoever is my obstacle for some reason
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| What is this diet?
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| I have no identity, what loyalty is this?
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| To the flaming dreams I've come across myself
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing
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| Run to my palaces, if you can find me
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| Talk and talk like before
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| Find you, bring me, be my gift
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| The rooms of my mind are filled with you, overflowing |