| oh!
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| They only see us blowing up phrases
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| They only see us under the spotlights doing magic
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| But there is another hidden side, far from the tumult
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| Where the days are also challenges
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| Where it is difficult to step on the ground
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| oh!
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| On one side of the curtain, the doubts
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| The dark, insecure area
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| That not even the most accurate flattery cures
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| aside the crowd
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| To the other the most alive loneliness
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| Restlessness aside
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| To the other the explosive ability
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| The scale of a pound, it does not balance
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| hope vibrates
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| But if you don't take care of it, it's in danger
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| Three acronyms to which I am faithful
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| Stigmata on my skin that I cover
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| The fame that loves me
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| Sometimes it's so cruel and I suffer
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| To one side the Hip-Hop that teaches me, gives me a sign
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| To the other, that sweat that falls on my forehead and that makes me special
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| Aside the fire of the dragon, the magician
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| On the other side, wrong steps and closed eyes
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| Two opposites attract, like quantum physics
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| Emotion, Reason, and Your Romantic Relationship
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| Two sides of the curtain, two sides of the theater
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| Fact and fiction, if two and two are never four
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| The face and the tail of the same voice
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| The error and the explanation
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| all pure improvisation
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| To one side the autograph, the photo, the raised fist
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| To the other the combat and the blows of each assault
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| The madness when the writer knows that nothing inspires him
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| On the other side the looks that admire me
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| On one side the pressure, on the other the liking and liking of you
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| On one side the sacrifice, and on the other the results
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| To one side the watts, the spotlights, the flashes
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| To the other a dim lamp that whispers phrases
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| To one side the ingenuity, the euphoria, the prizes
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| To the other the silence that mixes with the nerves
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| The challenge of being me, of being serious, of being a genius
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| May what is written on each page become your gospel
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| Put aside the business and do not steal what is mine
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| On the other side, art, giving you my fire and my cold
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| The flow like the rivers, the part that everyone sees
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| The lock and void if I write and it doesn't come out right
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| The face and the tail of the same voice
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| The error and the explanation
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| all pure improvisation
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| chaos and control
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| freedom and prison
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| To one side the sea that I surf
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| The trophies that I earn
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| On the other side the ghosts that I don't expel
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| To one side the impulse and the speech that applaud me
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| But behind the curtain, the fear that I will let them down
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| Professional cum laude, personally failed
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| A triumphant concert in front of a tense dressing room
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| The normal guy on one side, the legend on the other
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| When the two sides of the curtain collide
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| The face and the tail of the same voice
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| The error and the explanation
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| all pure improvisation
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| chaos and control
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| They are both sides of the curtain
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| freedom and prison |