| You want a slice of sky but wait for it to fall
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| Looking at the stars from in the middle of the street
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| But below you the earth burns you
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| And live harboring the anger that flows
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| In small everyday dramas
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| You vent on others by coming to blows
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| You don't see the end of what's wrong
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| You feel disconnected from this reality
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| I'm just talkin 'to you
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| Talkin 'to you
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| I'm just talkin 'to you
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| Talkin 'to you
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| Now listen
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| There are those who sell their mother at a discounted price
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| That life is a supermarket anyway
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| I rent you tomorrow it pays for itself
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| Sign below do it for yourself
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| You don't need eyes if you don't want to see
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| Nor your hands if you don't want to fight
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| We are looking for slaves but without riots
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| Heads distracted dead souls
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| I'm just talkin 'to you
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| I'm talkin 'to you
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| I'm just talkin 'to you
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| Talkin 'to you
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| I'm just talkin 'to you
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| I'm talkin 'to you
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| If everyone is talking who is listening?
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| I don't hear you in the silence that is deafening me
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| Now they ask everyone:
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| What are you thinking about?
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| But it would be better to say:
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| Are you at least thinking?
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| Because it really doesn't seem like it here at all
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| There are those who fall for it and make another fall
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| And who talks a lot just to talk a lot
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| You thought the end was nearing the end
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| In between it was two stops earlier and we are derailing
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| In short, there are those who are all right
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| As long as the series link works and looks good
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| As long as he has a drink to drink and calm to keep but yes
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| What the fuck
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| Poets now make memes
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| Those looking for doses of faith the rarest commodity in the square
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| Who fears the hyenas of finance the most
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| ANSA news, anxiety descends and rises here
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| Fear leaves deep furrows: Nazca lines
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| OMG
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| There are those who know them all
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| Those who cling to hatred with their nails
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| Who has remained a bit 'under and sees the conspiracy everywhere
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| And who won't believe the truth anyway
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| There are those who are stuck at an obstacle
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| He lies to himself and then lies to the devil too
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| There are those who are stopped at the traffic lights
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| Who is waiting for the green who is waiting for a miracle
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| I'm talkin 'to you |