| Target gaze, aim, destruction
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| Eyewitness, witness, three monkeys, a crocodile
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| Freedom of thought, crime of thought, selectivity in the judiciary
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| Blood on the bandage, strange panic excitement
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| Stress and low screams
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| No, no, no
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| The flickering look on me, the embroidery I embroidered into Hip-Hop
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| Warm climates, cold hearts
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| Those who sincerely dig wells, wow, wow
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| Smart lies that blow your mind
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| reason, seek reason, those who are heedless
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| Separate the mind from the black, mindless head has trouble
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| It's good to be smart as arteries beat
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| Play, play the sinful instrumentalist
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| Play, ring, play the sinful instrumentalist
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| play, play
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| My life is precious, my precious and everything about my life
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| All my things, my thoughts, my actions, what I hide or reveal.
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| Everything is precious including me, my precious
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| There is no emotion in me, love partner, it's like they're all mute at that moment
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| At that moment, everyone is a talking baby but without a battery
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| I found myself a quiet place
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| I screamed for the unworthy
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| Don't ask, let it go! |
| is it good? |
| It's over!
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| Enough of my disturbing sorghum
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| Let those who don't know know, let what I know end, less false ideas
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| You're five short in a ten squad, Sago is the only one
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| The servant seeks trust in the servant, the road connects to the road
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| The moon does not work unaware of the sun
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| Loneliness is reserved for Allah, arrogance is for servants
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| Backbiting cargo, delivered everywhere
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| Fear exists in every living thing, and everyone who carries life is a coward
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| Who is a partner in your black magic? |
| If your day has the sun it leaks out on your table anyway every bitch
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| Tables filled with white sand are swamped, don't snoop!
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| I've been your age but not your age but you're my age
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| you didn't
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| We don't know if it would have happened when you were my age
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| We are all human and we are all riddles
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| You weren't as big as the mistakes you made, don't tell me
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| You weren't as small as the ones you talked about, tiny tiny
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of it, get out now (get out now)!
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of this thing, get out now!
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| You weren't as big as the mistakes you made, don't tell me
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| You weren't as small as the ones you talked about, tiny tiny
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of this thing, get out now!
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of it, get out now (get out now)!
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| Hey, they all become strangers;
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| Friends, places, stormy loves, cute faces, even the happiest days
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| We're the story, we're part of a big book
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| We include separate themes but we get the same whole
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| All of them are a lesson and each lesson is a little difficult
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| If forgiveness is virtue, not forgetting is wise
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| The first regret is a big lesson, the one who doesn't take it will regret it
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| Meanwhile, those who regret a lot have never regretted
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| My job is to sift through, rather than muttering.
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| My handiwork, my light in my eyes, my rap, my frown, my vagrant, my little one, my fool
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| What's this? |
| Always wrong, always wrong (always wrong)!
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| You weren't as big as the mistakes you made, don't tell me
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| You weren't as small as the ones you talked about, tiny tiny
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of this thing, get out now!
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of this thing, get out now!
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| You weren't as big as the mistakes you made, don't tell me
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| You ain't as small as you talkin', tiny little (Sago-go-go-go)
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of this thing, get out now!
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| They know everything right, but why do they keep walking crooked?
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| Get out of it, get out now (yo)!
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| (Sago-go-go-go) |