VULTURE:
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You know each other forever
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But everything can be lost
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Someone hit rewind
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Again, you are only two acquaintances
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You want him back
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It's strange
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When you look for it in your eyes
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But he is far away
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It is just a small dot
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You run with his knife in your back
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It's crazy where it went
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No more bro, bro
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How did that happen?
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Smiles through the teeth
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Stupid games
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Embarrassing tactic
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I don't want to return it anymore
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You just want to scream out loud
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That you are a pure-blooded faker
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So much that it's impossible
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You're too stupid for that
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To believe in it
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No one misses you
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In your old world
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Shit you've been playing this the whole time
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On us like playback
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You must be…
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… own opinion
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We know how you like to screw up
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Own brothers
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You are the wind
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There you swim
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Don't act like that
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How you like us
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You can make a papa for five euros
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True, true
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But time still cannot be erased
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Lies, intrigues, fabrications
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Shame, shame
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And even though the last chance has passed
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You want him to recover
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Not to cry on his knees here
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For all the douchebags out there
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What is it like to find yourself in that song?
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And all the matches
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Isn't it beautiful to live?
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For all the douchebags out there |
What is it like to find yourself in that song?
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And all the matches
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Isn't it beautiful to live?
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PG:
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I drift back to those I trust more
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Among those my chosen Gs, what do you have to say to me?
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They don't carry a lie on their shoulders
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That crew is not a rat
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They will faithfully blow into the sails
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When there is no wind
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Since I was a child, I have been putting together puzzles from people's actions, heroes
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And what's more to have than to be proud, to distinguish the back and the face
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To take the family by the shoulders even through difficulties
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Burn the snakes that they wanted to drink from the Grail
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To have more places in my heart for those who raised me to heaven
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When I grinded the ground with my face
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Fate is sometimes heavy
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Metal bitter currency
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But my people are ready
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So time for other goals
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Crack the ice under the snow
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When I see a dude, I see a picture of my grandfather
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He is the legacy of how to be when my years are counted
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Proud, smart and honest gentleman
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What does not give up the family
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Je Corleone is still pulling his sons out of the shed
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IDEA:
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Give me your hand, I can go where I want
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Sometimes we are in the hype
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Sometimes as deep as Ústí nad Labem
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But we've been together for years
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Boys who share the same story
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Evil standing in front of the barracks
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We catch in our tentacles
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Sometimes we fly, sometimes I land |
We are on our heads non-stop
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Watch out freestyler
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I love music more than anything in the world
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I gave her the boy
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And she tasted like caramel to me
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And together we escape from fear
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Sometimes there is darkness in the head
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So we go out to sleep
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He brought people who will be there for me
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To mean family forever
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And a symbol of light that never goes out
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And we carry that attitude like a torch
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I made a promise to myself that around me
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I will only have homeboys
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I want to spread those words
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And that's why I don't wear them in those condoms
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And I want to finally hear that rhyme and voice
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So turn off the vocoder
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For all the douchebags out there
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What is it like to find yourself in that song?
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And all the matches
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Isn't it beautiful to live?
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For all the douchebags out there
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What is it like to find yourself in that song?
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And all the matches
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Isn't it beautiful to live? |