There were 5 of us and we are in one glass
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Like the only strong Long Island
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Among the bar of the extinct outskirts
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Those areas where there is no more good for a long time
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What we needed was more than enough
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Picked up and put in car trunk
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And our house was made of sand, it was fragile and weak,
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But do not break even with a wave
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Rum again
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He tells me I'm only busy with myself
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Walls of houses - I am not allowed to travel abroad
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My limits of reason are cold and heat
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And if this is an image, then where is my role
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Let tequila speak for me
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Discussing with him all my life
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I watch with him all my life
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This life is like a series
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She twists again at the temple so that the rum stops
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There is no place for others, only we
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Vodka tells the truth, but if everything is so
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Then let in places
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Let the genie put everything in its place
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Even though everyone already knows it
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Among the bars of the extinct outskirts
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Long Island will be stronger without ice
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Long Island will be stronger without ice
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There were four of us in different areas
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Except hundreds of fleeting ideas
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In addition to screaming under the beat on repeats
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We are changing the emerald city
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These seven barely folded mountains
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Will be for you and me like seven hills of discord
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Among the bar of the extinct outskirts
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We are the only strong Long Island
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What do you want and expect from these people?
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You are either with us or nowhere
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No fucking tomorrow, you're in the game
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Vodka, tequila on one call
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And the genie is so fucked up that there are a lot of things to do
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A bunch of those cases that he wants to solve himself
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And without returning to a huge glass
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And there are already three of us, and
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Life changes us
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In this half-broken glass
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And we are also laughing and not knowing
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Also not understanding the script
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So we want to stay in touch
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Though we're drowning up to our necks in troubles like mud
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Among the bar of the extinct outskirts
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Already half-finished Long Island
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Already half-finished Long Island
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There were two of us and we still believe
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Same bar and glass, same doors
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If someone left, no doubt
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So we separate the grain from the chaff
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And the question is relevant again
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Is it half empty or half full
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Among the bar of the extinct outskirts
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Nothing separates us anymore
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Do you know that everyone is replaceable?
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Do you know that a third is not one?
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So what is ahead of us now?
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Yes, and fuck it, we drink for five, damn it
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What is more important: a person or a name
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If we all so want to be different
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If you choose the consequences
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But you don't choose the reasons
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In this sum of events, friendship cannot be subtracted
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Don't forget yourself among thousands
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While you still see me here
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Listen, trust me
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And I didn't even notice
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As I talk to myself all evening
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Among the bar of the extinct outskirts
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At the table just me and Long Island |