Count the trouble to this go!
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Say stop to this ride, slip the penalty
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Money in advance of this adjoining job
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Be responsible, hold and or take!
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Die or stay, that is, divide or release
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scatter breathe look the mafia is legal
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Don't bore me fairy tale!
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I'm not a bum with a plug, that's my safe
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No standing on the right or left of this job, no stopping!
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The generation thrown into the chasm between the poor and the rich
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Don't be silent!
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Anyone who smells real ignites the fuse of this order
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Come on, get hot, come on, get rid of the popular fetish
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I see hard, hard work, no feelings
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There is a reputation in empty minds and fools who do not see the truth
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Lots, lots of functions, but lots of discourse
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There are dimensions in empty heads and there are idiots watching them
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I'm a vagrant mine!
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He who touches burns, he who avoids sinks, until he reads
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Does it taste punk?
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It burns your throat, it sinks in your heart, everyone runs away
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I'm a vagrant mine!
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He who touches burns, he who avoids sinks, until he reads
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Does it taste punk?
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It burns your throat, it sinks in your heart, everyone runs away
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Skip it
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I'm always the same, I haven't changed
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I just wanted the name that is love
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Some waited for me to be offended by rap
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The states flagged me, I never gave up, I never cursed
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Cowards got scared and neighed
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Do donkeys live their feelings?
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Anyway, let's talk at length
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let go of work
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That worldview chosen by its price
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Look at this man who's going to shit!
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So, love a smile, a kiss!
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Homework given to someone who engages in a fight!
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I mean, giant who thinks about transformation
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And the hand extended to the one who trusts his sight
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La-la-lan!
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Shake off those troubles that accumulate inside you
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He's doing it, but he doesn't realize it's an imitation, look, every parrot
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Your mind is stuck on that chattering bird that flaunts you!
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You said go to bed, you said sell, you said look, you said look, you said be afraid, you ran away
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La-la-lan!
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What's your reason, what's your expense, what's your price, what's your word?
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Speak and reflect your soul with your heart
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A breath from your lungs, the cage is breaking in the spleen
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This heart is a voice in the street, the city's punk poet
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I'm a vagrant mine
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(I'm a vagrant mine)
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Does it taste punk?
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Will it come?
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I'm a vagrant mine!
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He who touches burns, he who avoids sinks, until he reads
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Does it taste punk?
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It burns your throat, it sinks in your heart, everyone runs away
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I'm a vagrant mine!
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He who touches burns, he who avoids sinks, until he reads
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Does it taste punk?
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It burns your throat, it sinks in your heart, everyone runs away
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I'm a vagrant mine!
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He who touches burns, he who avoids sinks, until he reads
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Does it taste punk?
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It burns your throat, it sinks in your heart, everyone runs away |