| Devil May Cry
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| This bed is cold, tonight
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| Pictures of you
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| Are lost in my time
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| Devil May Cry
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| As soon as I wake up I'm inside the wheel
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| I haven't heard you for a while, I haven't heard the mocha
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| I'm off, my house is a well known dive
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| I have the maid I never know where to put the drugs
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| Now that I have a bit of money and fame it is well known
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| That people are strange infamiates me and then greets me
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| Now that the dress makes the monk, I have stomach cramps
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| Crisis of panic the breath that tastes of sambuca
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| My eyes tell them not to cry
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| Locked up in the house as if I were in prison
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| With the Los Angeles time zone
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| I know what it feels like on the edge
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| But the more fragile I am, the more I write magic pearls
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| I kick
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| You imagine a cycle
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| Days like pages in a book
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| A crossroads where the easiest way is suicide
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| Alone in the dark inside the chasm
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| I ingested a baby
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| Forced to become bad
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| Devil May Cry
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| This bed is cold, tonight
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| Pictures of you
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| Are lost in my time
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| Lalalala, lalalala
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| Lalalala, lalalala
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| Lalalala, lalalala
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| In the right way you don't fall into it
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| This is not therapy, I'm rap is persistence
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| I'm in my room smoking a clarinet
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| I feed myself like the fire a thousand degrees inside
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| I piss in the tub of a luxury hotel
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| To explain how little it is enough that you then lose the taste
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| I'm ugly, I'm anything but a dude
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| But I always have a handsome bum in my underwear
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| This girl I pretend she loves me
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| After that, I forget what it's called and where it came from
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| Then I smoke more than a gram and eat as it comes
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| I don't know when I will have full heart valves
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| Mo to those who accuse me of the money I make faces
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| Because I broke his ass even low budget
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| Look at me and feast your eyes, collagen
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| When I take off, don't cry
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| Bye!
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| Devil May Cry
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| This bed is cold, tonight
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| Pictures of you
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| Are lost in my time
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| Devil May Cry |