And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again
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When I hug you, I see a better world than when I'm with you
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You have the color of hashish, Morocco
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It's never over when I see her, Dubai, New York, Toronto
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For the winter in Rome, the New Year is London
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And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again
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Rasta
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When I hug you, I see a better world than when I'm with you
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You have such a body that they mix it with a bomb
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You are a diamond, a real diamond, everyone would give a lot
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For the winter in Rome, the New Year is London
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And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And I see that what he does works so well
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And she knows that after two, everything will be our business
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And pour everything, because next to it, I don't have much
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Until half past five, half consciousness, while the city wakes up
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again
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And the night calls me again and I would crisis everything again |