People are shy
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Especially when death is very close to them.
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We won't be healthy
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But let's be loved
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In my songs that no one would ever sing
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The smoke will fill all the pain, it will fill us with itself
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Remember us like this
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Always laughing at the problems of these people
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Drowning in your
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Drowning in our own, we run, despite stepping on mines
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We are like those parents who never abandon their children
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Eight weeks later
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Forget about me (Narco)
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I explained everything to those corpses in the bath (Narco)
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All nine circles will erase our memory in an instant (Narco)
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Into the heavy lungs a pile of stones (Narco)
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In heavy lungs
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people like movies
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People are like people, people, you are not a person
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People are like waves
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People are loving
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But they strive so hard to find the strength in themselves to say no to themselves
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people are like bombs
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Understand and remember
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People are lousy, but they feel so good
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They love to inhale the powder and dance naked, motherfucker
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A broken heart can no longer forgive
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To press someone again, again on the rampage
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We value this so much, this is so infected
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And I feel so good, and I feel so good, good, good, good...
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Forget about me (Narco)
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I explained everything to those corpses in the bath (Narco)
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All nine laps will erase our memory in an instant (Narco)
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Into the heavy lungs a pile of stones (Narco)
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In heavy lungs
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A few words to all of them
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Next to me is some kind of nymph without lymph nodes
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There are only two roads left: both burn bridges, both in two nostrils
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Those who don't knock them out will gain brains, You have to be taller, but
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Millions of lines for all thousands of bits
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And you don't have to kill yourself like this, "seriously", miss, anyway, no one is looking for us
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Well, where is our promised one, Doc? |
And what the fuck Bonnie and Clyde!
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Even more touched know, so you are here as a maximum - you will touch my mike, but,
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and to be precise you will lick
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Ah, bitch, that's what drives her while I pour all the whiskey from the balcony
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Your Sicilian bastard, do not expect low bows here
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Just give me a dose
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This is our business as La Cosa Nostra! |
And don't try to sew a cheeky,
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there they bite the big dog
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I tell this bitch "- Pull!" |
she trudge - everything is possible
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It seems to me that God will also collapse
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They won't forgive me, don't care about my face, I don't feel my legs
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The main thing is bright... the main thing is Narco
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Forget about me (Narco)
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I explained everything to those corpses in the bath (Narco)
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All nine laps will erase our memory in an instant (Narco)
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Into the heavy lungs a pile of stones (Narco)
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In heavy lungs |