| It's since I've been here that I know you'll be there
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| Along my path we are "You and I!"
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| Among the multitude and in solitude
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| In the midst of my troubles in my attitude!
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| You and I have always seemed to me
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| From an ancestral past through every while
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| At present towards the future even the hardest
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| Safe heart and mind
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| I step on this globe in time for every blow you give off
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| In the text and everywhere today and tomorrow
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| I live on the vibration that you emanate and heal me
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| You are the positive note in your hands, you Mani
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| Just a notepad and a notepad
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| With rap I reportage more than a reporter
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| I add mine with you for supporter
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| Fantastic ideas that I miss Harry Potter
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| I occupy space spaces I am not satisfied I get up
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| At the gates of the loudest sound
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| For the burden and the honor paid to evolve
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| Inner peace and throw the revolver!
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| It's since I've been here that I know you'll be there
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| Along my path we are "You and I!"
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| Among the multitude and in solitude
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| In the midst of my troubles in my attitude!
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| You and me in my ghettoblaster
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| Bought with the earnings of 3 months of summer
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| Pass in the dust to split more plates
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| Just to listen to you from 2 valid speakers
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| You move the masses from first to third class
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| As in the Pianist on the ocean
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| Notes that reset vertices to have fun from the base
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| And we are reborn the same as in swaddling clothes
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| You allowed to join Glenn Miller
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| And Louis Armstrong to make sparks fly
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| When Afro and Anglo could not at all
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| By the uncivilized law of one man against another
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| You brought Bob Marley on stage
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| Armed with sound, he made portents
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| He joined those hands that had shot him
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| Challenging the power with notes in your teeth!
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| It's since I've been here that I know you'll be there
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| Along my path we are "You and I!"
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| Among the multitude and in solitude
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| In the midst of my troubles in my attitude! |