My name: three letters, a number
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Hello, close your eyes and reflect
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A room of mirrors, a bouquet of defects
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I have anxiety in packages, it matters little if you wait
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I have changed my dreams, I have changed the drawers
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I know that you would like a place among us, but the tickets have run out
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All of this makes one think, you make it when you think about quitting
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I wrong to promise, I wrong and I can't correct it, I understood
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immediately those around me here think only of their being
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I am quite the opposite of what I dreamed of being
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Today I have real problems, legal problems
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Problems keeping connections
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I've understood for a bit
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The special people are suffering more and more
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I ran my risks
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Maybe, but I have the wind blowing under my wings
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I keep close contacts, concepts
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Instinct over time affections
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And from the first rhyme, from the first record
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From the first stage, from the first whistle
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From the first leap, from the first written text
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Just not to shut up
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I have a rage that explodes
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I kill the trace and do not leave the evidence |
The litmus test, nobody moves
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Still waiting for the rain to stop
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And I'm just a son of a bitch
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Only when they are needed, people call you
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I read my destiny and changed the story
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Because I was hungry before fame
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And I always want what I don't have
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Knowing what I don't know
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I'll get on the next flight, I swear I'll think of you
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I will look for you, I will think of you, I will look for you, I will think of you
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Even when I'm away, I swear, I will think of you
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I swear I will think of you and they told me: "It's never forever"
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In my neighborhood the stars have gone out
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I will be the voice of all these people
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I will be the voice of those who have nothing
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I wrote you a piece but you did not listen to it
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If I had a price of I would have already bought
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I look in the mirror and see myself changed
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Changing your mind isn't always wrong
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It is not enough
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Like at school when I was always absent
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I sold my doubts, the crises
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Panic attacks on the first bidder
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I spoke little, ate little
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Thought little, changed little
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Little wrong, little counted
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As you can see, all this is still too little |
It's like I'm writing for you that I don't know you
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But I know you're listening to me, you know I've done all sorts of things
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You know you don't need to finish second
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I smoke this then I write a pearl
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For all the kids of the blocks
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I still have my hands full
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You stay away from me, it is better not to touch me
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If I look back, I see everything gray
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The future is in the hands of those who have given meaning
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Declared, asked to know the price
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To see the rest in the midst of this crap
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Based on this, I write
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It's not a tour, it's not going around
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It's not just a video, it's not being a star, it's not being the first
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This stuff is my life, take it away and I'll kill myself
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And I'm just a son of a bitch
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Only when they are needed, people call you
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I read my destiny and changed the story
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Because I was hungry before fame
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And I always want what I don't have
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Knowing what I don't know
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I'll get on the next flight, I swear I'll think of you
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I will look for you, I will think of you, I will look for you, I will think of you
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Even when I'm away, I swear, I will think of you
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I swear I will think of you and they told me: "It's never forever" |
In my neighborhood the stars have gone out
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I will be the voice of all these people
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I will be the voice of those who have nothing |