| But then life does what it wants
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| There's something wrong with me (Alas)
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| It's just like you were two people
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| And everyone hates the other self of him (His self of him)
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| They have only the doctor in common
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| Boring stuff, it annoys you that I tell you about it
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| You wish you were at a table with the ball in the ice
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| With everyone doing Jersey Shore, everyone so extroverted
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| Where it matters more to be there than to have a lot of fun
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| Looking for a fixed point, something that is forever
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| We are full of everything, but we leave nothing behind
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| I wouldn't be so boring if I didn't feel so alone
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| What am I doing here? |
| What do I have to do with them?
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| They call me tear for what I have taught
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| They call me fire for the emptiness I left
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| Because I love, love, love
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| Because I hate, hate, hate
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| Because I dedicate to life alone
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| The best of me
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| We dance around the lies, we live in the ruins
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| We spend lives hoping the best is yet to come
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| The unbearable heaviness of appearing
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| Materialism, we rappers are the cheerleaders
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| Come on, tell me again I'm heavy
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| When I start with 'sti speeches that who cares
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| Where I come from it is more important to know how to collect than to give it
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| And I prefer to cash out and leave
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| In the midst of certain characters
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| Rotten humans
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| God I prefer it when he does landscapes
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| Inside shiny cars
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| These stage lights that make me shine
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| But they overshadow the others
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| Indulge your friends, see where it takes you
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| I already see that you are pretending, that you are necessarily satisfied
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| I wouldn't be so boring if I didn't feel so alone
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| What am I doing here? |
| What do I have to do with them?
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| They call me tear for what I have taught
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| They call me fire for the emptiness I left
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| Because I love, love, love
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| Because I hate, hate, hate
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| Because I dedicate to life alone
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| The best of me
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| And there is no life after death
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| But sometimes not even before
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| Fortunately, I still have the irony
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| Nina, what is this boredom?
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| Look at us we are sad
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| You who take a picture that testifies that you exist
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| In this Range Sport it is more difficult for us to stand in line
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| You on the bent iPhone, taken by whoever is online
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| And the view doesn't look new now that I'm at the top
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| Now that we no longer die of hunger but of envy
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| And feel the coexistence, the convenience
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| But it always starts with and ends without
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| Staying imprisoned here, a new departure
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| I've already had two lives, now I'm starting a third
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| I'm tired of talking about how it is, how it is with you
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| I'd like to talk about how it could be
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| Don't be boring, don't feel alone anymore
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| Feel good like this, without a place in the world
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| They call me tear for what I have taught
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| They call me fire for the emptiness I left
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| Because I love, love, love
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| Because I hate, hate, hate
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| Because I dedicate to life alone
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| The best of me
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| Better than me
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| 'Cause I love you, love you, love you
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| And I hate you, hate you, hate you
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| And you always, always, always have the best of me |