| History repeats itself
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| With the blood and with the hate
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| I don’t like to see that face
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| When you say once again
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| Que será, será
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| (La) Noche pasará
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| Sin importar que llores o te rías
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| Que será, será
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| (La) Noche pasará
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| Sin importar que te mueras o vivas
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| Oh
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| You lose faith and faith is losing you
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| Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
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| You keep on singing the same old song
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| Once again you’re throwing bits of hope
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| History repeats itself
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| With the blood and with the hate
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| I don’t like to see that face
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| When you say once again
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| I finessed the proof
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| And it’s the truth
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| Your try for peace is just a vain
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| Attempt to dilute the hate, the rage, the pain, the pill
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| The people track & try to cheat
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| Cuz I traveled all around the fear
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| Defended flaws and feels
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| Followed the foolish way
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| Now freedom’s so dumb
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| I don’t believe in nothing but the bitter taste of yesterday
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| Yeah the hopeless song
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| Is swiping strong
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| Cuz nothing changed
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| And nothing won’t
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| We think we care
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| Indeed we don’t
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| We gon' forget and swap the same mistake
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| ‘em dollars, add them genres
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| Races, religions
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| Perks and burdens
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| Pride to worsen
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| Worships, words to dust
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| And there’s the world I’m watchin'
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| Que será, será
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| (La) Noche pasará
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| Sin importar que llores o te rías
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| Que será, será
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| (La) Noche pasará
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| Sin importar que te mueras o vivas
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| Oh
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| You lose faith and faith is losing you
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| Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
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| You keep on singing the same old song
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| Once again you’re throwing bits of hope
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| Tell me, oh tell me
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| Why’re you not leaving this world?
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| If it is so fuckin bad
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| Let me handle you the gun
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| And
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| Now you’re looking down
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| Triggers shutting many mouths
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| Focused on the bad
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| When shit goes down you switch your mind up
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| Your philosophy is oh so fake
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| Innocent and guilty ‘front my face
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| Fatalistic, son you fake a self
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| Tearing feelings down so you’re feeling high
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| Colorblind like Logan it’s ok
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| Golden tissue to cry it’s ok
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| And you talk the most
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| Just to say the less
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| Next time keep that grief
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| To your fucking self
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| Que será, será
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| (La) Noche pasará
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| Sin importar que llores o te rías
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| Que será, será
|
| (La) Noche pasará
|
| Sin importar que te mueras o vivas
|
| Oh
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| You lose faith and faith is losing you
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| Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
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| You keep on singing the same old song
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| Once again you’re throwing bits of hope
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| I told you «let us dare», no matter what
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| Fugit tempus
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| This ain’t no fantasy, nah it’s my life
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| Hallelujahs
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| You know the hair, the fire, the boy, the style
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| Djazaïrias
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| I’d be a millionaire if my account
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| Was in Dinars
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| And you see, they all shake
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| When a jigga like me breaks
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| The industry suddenly st-t-tutter
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| Back to back to LA
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| Heading to the VMAs
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| Imma see those imma m-m-murder
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| But ain’t no pimpin'
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| Money savin'
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| Jigga said I gotta save it and invest it latter
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| Ain’t no great win
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| Without great pain
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| That’s why I’m pushing my body to the limits, further |