| I like to smoke weed while listening to music
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| Call my colleagues, ask how are you?
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| While you're watering your bonsai there's new shit hit play
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| I also have a visitor in August that makes me feel cool
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| I live on love and I wouldn't mind dying
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| What I told you I only told you
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| It's hard to be happy, but the world is just like that
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| That's why bombs in Syria and attacks in Paris
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| Walls in the neighborhood everywhere
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| Forty meters together townhouses of the month at two thousand turkeys
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| We arrive or we leave, owners of a thousand masters
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| Underpaid actors without knowing we're shooting
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| Play their movie or create your own, let it flow
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| Wine and hallelujah, salsa, cumbia
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| Eva was brunette, Marta blonde
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| The party will continue inside only if it rains outside
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| Embrace the sun brother!
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| Come closer and hug me...
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| And in the end everything is effort
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| At night or early, poetry and body
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| Between angry adults and modern youth
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| Follow me Nacho, I know where to put us (Yeah!)
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| Those green lemons are already tender
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| Verses and portals fall in alternate numbers
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| In the end we will be dust, they will always be eternal
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| The same in another plane then we overlap
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| Tell his mother to lock him up
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| Run crazy in the city with a gram in your ankle
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| Here it is easy to end up as white or yellow
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| Make the simple complicated
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| Like Tony Soprano, waiting for his bundles
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| Blind just like Totti, out of markets
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| For sad or happy, experts or novices
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| Ossian and downtempo, rhymes and gadgets
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| Embrace the sun brother!
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| Come closer and hug me... |