| Smile at this flash, that the world is here for you
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| You sit in the front row, that you are at the top of the top ten
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| If I think back to how everything was before I imagined only theft and robbery
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| And almost as if I died after a bang I moved on to a better life
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| Mom, your son with the eyes bigger than the belly
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| You went to clean up at a friend's house
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| We pretended it was our home and everyone had their own room
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| You remember I swore to you
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| That sooner or later you would see and hear me on the radio
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| Because I wasn't able to keep a steady job
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| I share with who was there when I fasted
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| I had a dream so strong, between, that it was a sign
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| But I haven't even questioned it when I was awake
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| Now that I hear the whole city here under the stage
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| Who screams my name like we're fucking
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| Marracash!
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| They tell you you're nobody, if you don't go on the radio, on the radio
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| Today that you are known to me you are just a stranger
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| Just a voice on the radio
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| And they talk about you, without knowing that
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| You were important to me even before
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| And everyone is calling your name now that you're on the radio, on the radio
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| Making love in the boiler room "I like you because you are different"
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| Let's derail together from the rails they'd like us to be on
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| So insecure I was putting on airs, I didn't dress up like I do now
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| How you laughed that I wanted to rap, I didn't like that joke!
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| Do you remember when going downtown we felt like intruders
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| Then conquer by disobeying and covering the world with spit
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| It's humiliating to try, they won't let us in there anyway
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| We come up badly, as crooked as the houses in Amsterdam
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| They tell you you're nobody, if you don't go on the radio, on the radio
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| Today that you are known to me you are just a stranger
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| Just a voice on the radio
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| And they talk about you, without knowing that
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| You were important to me even before
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| And everyone is calling your name now that you're on the radio, on the radio
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| The pain is gone, so I know it returns
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| It is more beautiful if it is rare, like the sun over London
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| I say thank you for the gift, it is as if it were not a job
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| I don't care about them, it's like I'm not famous
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| They tell you you're nobody, if you don't go on the radio, on the radio
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| Today that you are known to me you are just a stranger
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| Just a voice on the radio
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| And they talk about you, without knowing that
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| You were important to me even before
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| And everyone is calling your name now that you're on the radio, on the radio
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| It's humiliating to try, they won't let us in there anyway
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| We come up badly, as crooked as the houses in Amsterdam
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| I say thank you for the gift, it is as if it were not a job
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| I don't care about them, it's like I'm not famous |