Nothing exceptional about my story
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Mine weren't doctors or thieves
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Where I come from, you know, it was already something
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The real stars for us were the criminals
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No dialogue at a table and I don't blame them
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Occasional work, eviction and two dependent children
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And saying it is bad, it's like we didn't know each other
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I can't imagine what they dreamed of
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Now she is my squeeze, she says that normality terrifies me
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That the family doesn't really have to do with it?
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Years ago, fuck, I would have cracked up laughing
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I am not afraid of death but I am afraid of not living
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(Of not living like yours? You think this, of living now
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What are you successful?)
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I played my cards
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The fight for life is cruel but fascinating, I made an art of it
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I was part of it
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Marracash alongside an older brother
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One who delves into reality
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The escape from a heavy reality
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Trying to make some money out of it
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Despite the foolish years and all the risks taken
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Looking at those big problems that get huge
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The bad ones have become good memories, the too bad ones I have removed
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There remained doubts, doubts, doubts
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Pounding doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts
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Doubts, doubts, doubts
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Pounding doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts
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Years ago, yes, I used to pull it, now it's rare
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Reeds are still slave, straws on the decline
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I have problems with sleep more than anything else
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I haven't slept in a long time without pills
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When you ask for more than four years, don't look at me badly
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I know the paper said 4 weeks max
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I have strange jolts I don't know what causes them
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The mind lies, it finds new ways to deceive me
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(Your brother has two beautiful children, when do you decide?)
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The love? |
The love he speaks of
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That is, to squeeze something strong until it suffocates?
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A game in which I get hurt or hurt another
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I am forty years old and have never seen a bond that remains
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I don't need viscous maternal love
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I do not want it
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For me it's just a way to hide from the world
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(Your brother has two gorgeous children and you will never have them
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Nobody expects you or gives a damn about how you are)
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This too, all of this
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I really wanted this, all my life I think about it
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Maybe I no longer believe in the product I am selling
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What a paradox, right?
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That I to be myself
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I have to go where they don't recognize me
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There will be more than the glitz for the effort
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Here from above I think I have sacrificed too much
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I love chaos, I hate everything under control
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I just want to make a lot of money
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Make me a rich man who no longer knows how to tie his shoes
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It is obvious, it already happens in this instant
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He smiles my conflict goes straight into his pockets
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(Drop it all, don't complain in the song)
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Maybe making music is the only solution
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Perhaps there is no hole to enclose your pain
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Perhaps there is no escape that leads to escape
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Maybe I was comfortable with the losers and the idealists
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Maybe mental health is the stuff of the rich
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Maybe you don't have to listen to yourself to go on
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As others do
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I see them so convinced
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And without doubts, doubts, doubts
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All without doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts
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Everyone, everyone, everyone
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All without doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts
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Yes, I'm taking you on a trip just you and me
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But if we go private, I don't mean the jet
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There is no destination
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And I don't know if it will arrive (And where)
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There is no destination
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Into the blue |