He's a boy from the neighborhood, screwed on the trigger
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He has concrete balls, he only loves his brothers
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He is loved by the whole region — both the elderly and the children
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He is always ready to shoot the ace
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He is a friend to his friends, a nasty player to others
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He hates light fish, skunks and small vermin
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He is only ready to love one woman
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He has no peasant manner, he is an urban character — a gentleman
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He always knew how to deal with a problem
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He loved sports, hated yellow and white
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Fuck every kid who is a bully
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After the first couple of shots he tattooed a tear
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He lived in an area where crime flourished
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He created the euro, but appreciated the dinar
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He was someone hated by the bad guys
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If he had gone over, he would not be on the board now
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And I know you didn't want to stop then (I know you didn't want to stop)
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The whole town is talking about you now
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You left so early young (May happiness always follow you)
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And left a big mark behind
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He's a boy from the neighborhood who left too soon
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I well remember the day he drove me in Bembara
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He appreciated the weaker, stronger tukô on the fair
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When he takes it from Fabia, every ker lowers his head
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He loved the workout — the lunges, the push-ups |
Hated the needle in the vein, the snort and the medicine
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He had friends from his early childhood
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He did slags, kidnappings, murders with them
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He was somebody—rehearsed at half past one
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He walked only one, and he could iron every one
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When it flows through the end rolled according to the latest fashion
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There was no turning back, you know, in the life he leads
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For all the other guys he was a higher level
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The enemies wanted to take his life
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I remember him every time I close my eyes
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If he was afraid of someone, he wouldn't be on the board now
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And I know you didn't want to stop then (I know you didn't want to stop)
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The whole town is talking about you now
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You left so early young (May happiness always follow you)
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And left a big mark behind |