Fuck who is never to blame
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To those who have an excuse for everything
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To those who made themselves
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To those looking for advertising
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To those who speak well for fashion and think badly for fashion
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To those who fall in love only for a second
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To those who are always in a hurry and have not yet gotten anywhere
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To the backyard conformists, to life professors
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To whom the numbers tell
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To whom the crisis has passed
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To those who dream small and live like a big one
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To those who do not believe in fairy tales but always make you a moral
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To those who never raise their heads except to nod
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To those who want it from the market
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To those who ask Europe
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To those who say abroad everything is better and you always find them here complaining
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Who never votes and always gives you a vote
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To those who judge and are never judged
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To those who break the balls and never put them on the plate
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To those who hate success and really don't want anything else
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Who thinks they have to educate people because people make them sick
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And this thing makes him feel good and especially among all people aloof and
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superior
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Who doesn't really play
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To those who do not know how to get hurt
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Who does not drop his cards
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Who fixes the game
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Fuck who hasn't started anything
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And it tells you it's over
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Lalalala lalalala
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Fuck those who don't make mistakes in friendships
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Who do you trust if the TV says so
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To those who enjoy only him
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To those who suffer only him
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But then he doesn't want to die alone
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Who thinks they know you if he listens to a song
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Who for every bullshit asks you to write a song
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Who insults you in public and privately wants to know how much you fuck
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To those who die of free time and to those who count the hours
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To those who have seen them all and must absolutely tell you about them
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To those who want to joke about everyone and always take themselves seriously
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Who is for the democracy of televoting and the digital revolution
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The freedom to pay in installments and all your little slave rights
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To those who tell you as a director, musician, actor, artist
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He tells you and in the meantime he says it himself
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To those who are neither on the right nor on the left
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That if he were on a road he would be run over
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To those who do things for a living while waiting for someone to pay them
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And she says that you do them for the fucking soul and you also have the guilt they pay you
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To those who do not know the kilometers, the unmade faces, the dirty hotels,
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the missed dreams, the lost trains, the empty hours
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To those who never choose, to those who never take risks, to those who never make mistakes,
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to those who never burn, to those who never die
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To those who never get lost
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To those who are never really afraid
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Who is how I would have become if for a little less fear I had chosen to
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never take risks
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Fuck those who don't let themselves fall
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Lalalala lalala
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To those who ask you for a signature which is so much a formality
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To those who have never been far-sighted and tell you to look far
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To those who smile again and win the elections
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Who looks like the part of me I hate and won't go away
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Who's all right, always all right, always just fine, fuck it
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Lalala lalala |