I'm walking, my years are always the road
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I say, "There's no end to this again"
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Our table smells' anise
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I'm writing a manifesto this time
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Ariyo' always a police station anyway
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And I'm playing every day, Delioy-loy
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I'm delilo, my troubles are a ton
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I'm writing a manifesto this time
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Hold your heart of the world, don't be afraid
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know your soul
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Beat your arrogance, hug yourself
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Death is the lover of your soul
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For example, break your mind by passing a poem
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branch of death
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Write your destiny on the leaves of your life
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Close your mother's fortune telling
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Count the day as a neurosis, look at the cemre
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Tell him the reason for your existence
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If you don't have a reason, find a reason
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I know it's hard to burn the past
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But now find a reason
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shake the earth and fit into reality
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Stepping on the ashes of fear
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What does it mean to be reborn?
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set the rules
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Putting the leftovers of the night on the table
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It's not hard to find your lies
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just ask inside
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looking at your steps
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Write down where it's taking you
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take your heart
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Then make it come true
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I'm where you ask my soul walking in the mud
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Eyes painted with lies take but don't know how to give the truth
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My head goes towards the wind, forgets to come back
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don't love me
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But life certainly wants to face you
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La-la-layn, I'm going down this road
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Anyone who says to me "He talks like crazy" finds an end to himself.
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Anise full of love is always on my table.
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Ask me about the rain in your eyes
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Ask the pain on your face
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To the sadness of the lover who grasps the truth
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Vagrancy is like a paracetamol
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No no no
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It's like these words don't make sense, huh
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This man does not have the empty words you have been waiting for, huh?
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Is everything you kept silent and raised too much in your head?
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Maybe that mask on your face doesn't mean anything, layn
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I'm walking, my years are always the road
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I say, "There's no end to this again"
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Our table smells' anise
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I'm writing a manifesto this time
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Ariyo' always a police station anyway
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And I'm playing every day, Delioy-loy
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I'm delilo, my troubles are a ton
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I'm writing a manifesto this time
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Think, think, persevere, run, run
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Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour, this heart of mine is sour
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Sometimes I get so angry, yeah
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I can be but it's unpleasant
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Sometimes I write well, yeah
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Just staring blankly
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My alter ego takes over my soul
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i talk about it
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Don't wait, man, throw your position
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Let me come and comment on your face
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come on
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Let's take your situation
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Unfortunately, glare is like licking ass
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But that doesn't solve your problem either.
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This head is of course different
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A little forward and heavy this begins
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Don't be sad that you don't understand, cano
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Say, «What are you doing, Oz President?»
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My hand in the lion's mouth
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'This bread comes out of stone
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Layn, but I won't give up
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I always distill the truth from that tear in your eyes |