My dear, this bell rings far away
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Let go, our life is a ramp
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It's a fool who wakes us up
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Today the sun will rise to us at dawn
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It's a 'job, a 'hard' entry into unknown paths
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Maybe an opportunity, throw your mind and waste the thief
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Spend a lot of yourself on this challenge
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When the price wakes up, when it gets dark, when it's a lie
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Fears only
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So much that it burns like the soul it darkens
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Watch your back and check your pocket, don't waste your chance, spend the enemy
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So many smells around, so many skunks
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These people have plenty of malicious intent.
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My head hurts too when I sleep
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Bad thoughts are all in my head
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My mind is burning in my war
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Feet hurt when staying on the road
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Those who do not sleep at dawn
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Look in the alley, their feet are black, some people's minds are on the brand.
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He gives a pass, gives his mind a little gas and presses back immediately, we'll have a problem
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Your fear did not stop, his sleep did not come, he did not sleep, his lost perception
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It just digests my funny qualifiers and notifies you of my new projects
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This is the content of my new words
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He knows me as before, of course he is mad
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What is the sole purpose of my enemies?
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This is what you want and
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My life will end and not today
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don't end yourself come finish me
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Each of my lines is pulsed again.
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I'm a rocket fighter in my head
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Go talk about me like a crone
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Come on, do your damn thing, I'll blow your mind
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Hooligan rappers fucked my mind
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This is my job and what am I doing?
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Make a joke about me that I don't know your name
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I'll fuck them all one by one
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My dear, this bell rings far away
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Let go, our life is a ramp
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It's a fool who wakes us up
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Today the sun will rise to us at dawn
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You surrender your soul every night when you disappear
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If you are enduring, the eyes are mourning, since there is no self-sacrifice
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My master Salvo, none!
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My brother Firar, yes!
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Your brother's name, bastard!
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My bro is genuine!
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I'm so confused!
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I swear I'm in Istanbul
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Saltak here «pa pa»
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It explodes from us in riots
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Does it make any difference? |
I'm on the streets
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Cold and filthy characteristic
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Interest ballistic prosecutor is clear
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Fifty percent (either either)
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If you look around, you would chase empty buckets.
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I've already written while searching for media
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It's too soon with bloody eyes
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I could die and while I'm really trying
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My eyes may even be red
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And when you're sick
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Don't ever trip! |
(ya)
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My words are cruel! |
(fuck)
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My dear, this bell rings far away
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Let go, our life is a ramp
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It's a fool who wakes us up
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Today the sun will rise to us at dawn
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My dear, this bell rings far away
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Let go, our life is a ramp
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It's a fool who wakes us up
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Today the sun will rise to us at dawn |