I wake up in the new seven, Breitling shows the second
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Route A4, empty parking lot somewhere in the station
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There is wake up in the new bugatti in the speakers
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I smile to myself because I'm more comfortable than the others
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Someone writes me about the date, I don't know where I'm playing tomorrow
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The calendar does not stop, I fly through the country like a UFO
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I slow down to two hundred, common sense says take it easy
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The woman in bed waits for me to wake her from sleep
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I carry my cross, although mine is rather plywood
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Living architects carry lead beams
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No drugs will help you in wasted time
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Life fucks like Pershing without even shaking it
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Every store is a tramp, not Gosh's clothes
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They don't have a penny, and the water is provided by the welfare
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A warm cage in blocks is their favorite place
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Flashes of normality in the amalgam fillings
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I'm still flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam
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I'm flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam
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I am flying an old Audi again, brick under the seats
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I don't have a family, but I'd like to feed her someday
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Now busy with a mission, my perspective is vague
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And tonight, I'm gonna beat that cortisol with a drink again
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Such a fate, such a fate, someone cracks up on my mess
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«Fuck, Joda, get on something»
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I think it's actually quite a funny thing
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To keep my freedom, I have to put it at risk
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Life is a gamble and I'm lucky at cards
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And as the saying goes, I'll wake up with a type that I don't even want to know
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It probably lies in us, I have tried to change more than once
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And I'm walking around the roundabout, I don't know which exit
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After all, I have and wrap myself with a coin
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I'll take a bottle somewhere, put the detox away again
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Being normal, homie, I know it doesn't come lightly
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You fuck gold teeth like those broken by feta
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I'm still flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam
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I'm flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam
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Yea, yea, what a father like a son, you know
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I didn't like people, and I made a business out of it
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We played Fairy Tale, I connected the blocks with the tun
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Atypical is emotions that you will not copy anymore
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Time closed us like Gaara
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If there was nothing to put in, who helped us?
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Like Shikamaru with his head through the Shadowlands
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I drowned in fairy tales then, I wanted to live, not survive
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Don't look at the clothes, see people's soul
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Because the one who isn't there won't let you get lost in your shit
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Kids from poor families, I will always support them
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Because I lived like you, we lived poorly
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It wasn't for rent, and I'm buying a cottage today
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There will be a trace of me like on a THC barrel
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One more thing, I put the hood over my head
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An ordinary boy, the city of Morąg, great talent
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I'm still flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam
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I'm flying, I'm going to make up time
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Because I'm losing a precious life to earn cash
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And everything is as fragile as plaster in old gates
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I want a trace of me, not just an amalgam |