We say one percent of everything we think.
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One and a half percent of us are lying.
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You can say I'm not crippled.
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I'll fuck you, I don't know what.
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We respect and love you.
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You. |
you kill us for days, and we torment you.
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You bought a juice, you rented a movie.
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Sounds good.
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And we'll stay here quietly, in the house, looking for fleas.
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You push your head down, you push your hands. |
what boredom.
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The two of us and a trash can on another mundane night.
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Don't tell me what hurts, where it hurts. |
that I'm not a doctor.
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And I'm going to break your knee in an orthopedic experiment.
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Let me drink and I'll tell you the truth. '
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I'll put straw on the fire when your hair burns.
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See? |
Not me. |
I lost my temper.
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I want to have beer with the boys, not the TV on the couch.
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I want cheap alcohol and grass in my p **.
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Give me two seconds to get on the lid, no. |
it gives you illusions.
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I'm telling you, I'm doing it on purpose.
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Chorus: Come on. |
leave. |
I have been drinking, smoking and drinking since yesterday
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Why do you hope I'm coming? |
Look, they're not coming
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N. you have something to offer me.
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Don't stop me from breaking up with you
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With the beer in my mouth and the boys in the block making a fuss and I'm fine.
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Let me drink, drink as much as I want, you can't hear me
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I count my money just drunk, I'm very drunk, just drunk seem more
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On the curb with many, drunk, hunchbacked from work I want a woman worthy of me
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Yes. |
2, 3 and: O CUUURVAA!
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You appear like a flower, like a ray of sunshine
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It hurts that you hit my sunglasses hard. |
how cool!
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From your money for oranges and food, fufo
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Mi. |
I had a vodka, joints and more
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2, 3 and: O CUUURVAA!
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Pass the joint, fill the glass, put it dry, I'm leaving
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And listen, Brother Freaka, give me a break because I'm * bleaaa *
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Time passes, time comes. |
you know
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We have time to waste, to break seeds and to fuck the baby.
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We are a beautiful couple, let Jamaica and Suzuki die
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I'm holding you by the neck, not because you're dear to me, but because they left me on my knees
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You have big, closed eyes. |
as if you were coming. |
and leave
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I will not forget, I promise, how beautiful you are when you leave, so:
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Chorus: Let me drink. |
I've been drunk, smoked and drunk since yesterday
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Why do you hope I'm coming? |
Look, they're not coming
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N. you have something to offer me.
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I don't care if it breaks. |
jointu 'de tine
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With the beer in my mouth and the boys in the block making a fuss and I'm fine.
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Come on. |
I speak on behalf of men with at least a ball
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About how we certainly perceive blind life in two
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P ** a has no brain and we are proud of that
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If I thought about it, I wouldn't. |
no one would fuck his wife anymore
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We are drunk, we are whistling after all the crooks
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And we think with fear that he would want to kill some of us
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You're ugly with foam, I know you know
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Don't lie, it hurts. |
In the cock you have a soul
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We don't fuck ghosts!
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Theoretically, what I said is gratuitous malice
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To the extent that you love the ugly, poor man with the little dick! |