Dude, look with rhymes. |
T-shirts are white
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The bag was packed in the frosty, in the frosty, the full frosty
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It took a place in your head, I said run, heel a little
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He spent a grueling winter, a summer disconnected from life
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Heavy novel history repeated in a street
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He bought a slipper, it was muddy. |
bed is old
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He stayed on the right and left, he stopped, sold his car, it was very long
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He fell and got up with this and that. |
In any case he found his way
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He didn't know many people on the streets
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Is this how life goes? |
He himself did not know
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But they were parties in the same place with all the strangers
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The neighbors across the street were empty on the mornings when he tumbled.
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Damn the gunshots. |
Bullet in the dead of night
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He ran and ran, very fussy. |
fast during the day
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It was a disaster, he fell with his choices
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When he fell, there was no catch, if he wanted more
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Here look, this friend is the only friend
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Here look, this friend is a good friend
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This friend lives life
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Won't it slow down my life? |
This is too slow in my opinion
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He has a non-stop, paranoid brain
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Delusions and absent players
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There is an endless and killing fear inside
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Fears are stable fears build walls
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Harmful names hard to hear if disaster
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Sleep seeks the throne with the darkness of the ruins
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There is no stop in these sleepless nights and days
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He looked at the paper with the pen, the words flowed, look.
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What does she want? |
The old man who goes crazy
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He fell into his lap from his own lair, so stupid
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His memory is so warm
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If this lighter is a toy, only the desired will win
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Addicted to the danger he realized and abandoned
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Microphone gun in the cities he visited
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The original of a story that he did not read and did not know
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In the land called future, the eye that writes the book is anxious
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Here look, this friend is the only friend
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Here look, this friend is a good friend
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This friend lives life
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Won't it slow down my life? |
This is too slow in my opinion |