My sinuses are old, clean them from a virus
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Its return is from the old days of those who left
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As deep as the darkness I came from without a joke
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My tragedy can't be quiet, but my heart is numb
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Hearted missiz got what she wanted and left just like that
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A bit of blood on my bulleted, shattered head
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What's left of me is comfortable with me
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I'm alone in many of my winters, summer is beside me
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My melted kilos and my bones are very tight
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Offside if we don't live as they say
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My lyrics are bullshit but my head is alright
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About me, nearly a hundred pages of idiots are online
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A man who doesn't understand words, the environment has passed
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Sacrifice met without love by force
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There is also wine, whoever wonders, is here with time
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Every day I'm the same standing in danger
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(yeah)
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knocked on the door
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(yeah)
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knocked on the door
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On the top floor of a mid-rise building
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Women yet to see me jump from the terrace
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Play a song, rebellion, people get bored, as long as I say little faith
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Every gog who wants to make believe is at my door
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I'm a fetus whose brain is developed first, a Venus that has not seen the sun
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A face in disarray and a crime covered up
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That sigh of all the women I've upset when I'm going straight
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The virus ends when it passes
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Mental health is lost
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How so many lives burned, we were stunned, we believed and we were ripped off
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Don't ask, my head is in the sunken blacks, I can't stay long anymore
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If I wasn't from here I would be strange
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Who asks someone whose life has been burned: "Do you have tea?"
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Don't I have any right to express?
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"Or will he judge me?" |
As I was thinking and entering the tribe, the doorbell rang.
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(yeah)
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knocked on the door
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(yeah)
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knocked on the door |