It's another day when you don't know that
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I'm waiting for the phone call and I don't know if you will answer
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Or are you waiting too? |
It wouldn't be easier
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Normally talk about how it is between us
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It's another day, I go into the kitchen, make coffee
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And I'm waiting for the transfer, because someone is hanging cash there
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And it does not dangle me, I am in need
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They pay low rates, fucking underground
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This is another day when I think how
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Close the record and make the country talk about it
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I fire a few mixdowns, rejects
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I save the corrections, I do it in the studio
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I quickly pull myself together and rush to the meter
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Late because I was still working on the text
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I have a moment to reply to my e-mails
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Then let me know what's going on with you
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See how fast time flies each day
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From the cradle to the coffin, a ruthless time is chasing
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It spins at this pace, my whole world
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We were left alone, you and me
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See how fast time flies each day
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Don't forget, there's a ruthless time running out
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You don't fight anyone today, no matter the sun or the rain
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Go and live your own dream
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It was an ordinary day, and it wasn't going to be any good
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A cup of coffee, one final twist
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On Kubota's feet with torn letters
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I had a strange dream, man
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When he was awake he made no sense as if he had been cut with scissors
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He only left the screw on the sucks
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Because I don't remember places or characters, white walls
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I'm not looking for inspiration, this female dog is waiting for me to come out of the cage
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I put my headphones on, I'm going to Warsaw to arrange something
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I am going because I have lined up with my brothers on the Vistula River
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There has been no such opportunity for a long time, because of the fucking lack of time and the change of location
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Today, a few years older, better blanks, but weaker teats
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This is a good time to go to the park
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Pictures are flashing for me, I know something
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Like the eyes of that maid, I have seen her before, familiar faces
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Probably a random sequence of events, we joke and move on
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Another evening in Warsaw
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The stagged bench has no cameras, it will be perfect
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We sit on it, start the brewing machine, homies almost fresh out of school,
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they pull out the code, their noses are sprinkled, I say I'm not fapping
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Suddenly city, everything is worn, sleeves, dogs came, search,
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well chained
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They found one samara
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It's not ours, you better go for donuts and coffee
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We were lucky, they took the second shift
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Written data, white in the fair
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I wonder what they will do with it?
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And I thought they were going to fuck, but it turned out cool
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I'm coming home, maybe I have a dream about the Lotto result
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What?
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See how fast time flies each day
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From the cradle to the coffin, a ruthless time is chasing
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It spins at this pace, my whole world
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We were left alone, you and me
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See how fast time flies each day
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Don't forget, there's a ruthless time running out
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You don't fight anyone today, no matter the sun or the rain
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Go and live your own dream |