| Did I ever tell you about Tom? |
| Of the hatred of him in store
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| His life is hell with him, he works two jobs at alternate times throughout the winter
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| His little girls in his arms, their eternal love
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| "If the hunger rings for us we will dance a slow"
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| Watch his wife smile, in sad misery
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| Freeze in a second to get serious
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| Let him sleep on the concept of luck
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| Without matter, form and explanation whatsoever
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| He hates the moon because he knows it turns him at midnight
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| Between dishonest, whores and the worst corrupt people
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| He has a company under management and he is half an entrepreneur
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| Bankrupt, he works half a season
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| They point to the center, diameters
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| Taxes increase, it's a 5-zero race for taximeters
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| How are you doing? |
| How do you want it to go ?!
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| Another winter has passed, I still dream of the government falling
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| It's as if the life here wasn't mine
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| And tell me how is it? |
| How are you doing? |
| How do you want me to be ?!
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| Without God, lost in the right path
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| Everything will be fine until the day that comes
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| The day of ordinary madness
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| My day of ordinary madness
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| My day of ordinary madness
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| Everything will be fine until the day that comes
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| Navigator
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| No apology, real ghetto-ology
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| No inna dem Greek mythology
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| Or dem criminal ideology
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| No scientology, watch you terminology
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| Stop ydi radiology, stop destroy di archeology
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| No apology, real ghetto-ology
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| No inna dem Greek mythology
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| Or dem criminal ideology
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| No scientology, watch you terminology
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| Stop ydi radiology, stop destroy di archeology
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| Did I ever tell you about Tom? |
| Husky-like eyes
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| Under the mountain passes
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| He hits the helmets of the cops, punches with rage
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| Gather the city, suburbs and countryside
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| To give equal opportunities in place of Carfagna
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| He says "let's stick together" the insult is obvious
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| He does not want to change the world but only his country
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| He doesn't ask very unfounded
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| He wants to make ends meet without hitting his back, Taekwondo
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| Wearing a cross around your neck, will it be God who rises again?
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| His revolt of him is a language for those who do not have a voice
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| Put on the ropes, stretched like harps
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| We walk with dignity with vomit on our shoes
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| Tom thinks no more, he has his finger on the trigger
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| Shoot the public debt from the roof
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| From the top floor of dreams, but reality is better than forgotten
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| We will be awake waiting for those days
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| It's as if the life here wasn't mine
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| And tell me how is it? |
| How are you doing? |
| How do you want me to be ?!
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| Without God, lost in the right path
|
| Everything will be fine until the day that comes
|
| The day of ordinary madness
|
| My day of ordinary madness
|
| My day of ordinary madness
|
| Everything will be fine until the day that comes
|
| Navigator
|
| No apology, real ghetto-ology
|
| No inna dem Greek mythology
|
| Or dem criminal ideology
|
| No scientology, watch you terminology
|
| Stop ydi radiology, stop destroy di archeology
|
| No apology, real ghetto-ology
|
| No inna dem Greek mythology
|
| Or dem criminal ideology
|
| No scientology, watch you terminology
|
| Stop ydi radiology, stop destroy di archeology
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| What we gonna do we now
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| Its about to explode
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| What we gonna say now, system overload
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| Still they keep pressuring the poor
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| Til we can't take it no more
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| Time to we find a solution
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| We need a revolution
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| It's as if the life here wasn't mine
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| And tell me how is it? |
| How are you doing? |
| How do you want me to be ?!
|
| Without God, lost in the right path
|
| Everything will be fine until the day that comes
|
| The day of ordinary madness
|
| My day of ordinary madness
|
| My day of ordinary madness
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| Everything will be fine until the day that comes |