From underground to the sky there are thirty floors
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I hate myself at the first, I love myself at the last
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From my head to toe are thirty bitters
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At the first outlet, the last chance
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I'd bite your pillow when you dream
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Nightmares in the drawer
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You're opening up
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Monterei a wardrobe of memories
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I count to two, three, one hundred
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I enter it, yes, but stay out of it
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I am a gentleman, Sinatra
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When no one looks at me and I leave the ax
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And we will tell each other everything one day or another
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We will come back up from the lowest point
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches in the lower floors, crying done
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches on the upper floors, become a saint, in fact I go up
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I hang on to the pen
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I'm careful of the height
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I'm away tonight
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I'll relieve you of the pill
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Abyss, don't feel sorry for yourself
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To the PC, hypnosis
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Have an encore of sweet dreams and sleep
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You haven't been calculating or noticing in days
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You don't even get up, tangled with others
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I am a gentleman, Sinatra
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When no one looks at me, I leave the ax
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And we will tell each other everything one day or another
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We will come back up from the lowest point
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches in the lower floors, crying done
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches on the upper floors, become a saint, in fact I go up
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I don't write to her and I make love to her
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You don't have an iota of heart
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I don't write to her and I make love to her
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I don't write to her and I make love to her
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches in the lower floors, crying done
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Seen from above, we are better
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How I introduce myself, how I introduce myself
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Race to the ladder barefoot
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Like cockroaches on the upper floors, become a saint, in fact I go up
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In fact I go up
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In fact I go up
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In fact I go up
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In fact I go up
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In fact, hello |