Position yourself
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a new situation
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Search for a new hope
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Hit me with your target
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And a full piggy bank
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And a bundle of money
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Our topic is always beat up
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Azrael attaches the scythe to the cardigan
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Stop smirking it pierces the shield
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Takes out the deep ground and hits the jackals who come out
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It means a lot
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Pick up your pen, choose your word.
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Again pass all the pain
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Tear my heart to it five grade
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A new kindergarten is free for some
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The state of mind that someone is united with is carrion'
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teamwork
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So what percent of our joy is upfront?
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You couldn't come to the brink of running away
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My job is not my wife
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One of our feelings is disgraceful to each other
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But are you okay shut my voice down
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If I were you, I would give you permission.
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This is ours, someone is ours
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What does it solve that you can't see our trace?
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That you can't break our word when it's over
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Plus that you can't see our bad face
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And that you don't know our inside
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I'm the reason you can't go back again
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And I can't solve the math
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And that you couldn't come to the arithmetic
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open your breasts
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This is also our name
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Your reason for running away
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We can be someone new to you
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You're fine, you're a disgrace
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They all know that I'm good at my job
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Is it time to play the trumps?
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There is no recipe d'i' is the next of success
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A Saturday will cut the sound
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Gonna rap you also the stage
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Is it time to play the trumps?
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There is no recipe d'i' is the next of success
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A Saturday will cut the sound
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Gonna rap you also the stage
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happen to us
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Your success is easy
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We pass our stage, look, it comes out every month
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What the hell? |
Speak to anyone who cuts our way
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hello friend
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continue with honesty
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And a money mortar for those who take off their clothes
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If you're running away, come in front of me, but
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There is death but
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piggy bank in front of me
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Boom! |
Is this a gamble?
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Did it stop?
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Is it stopped?
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You've been shot!
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What did he find?
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Am I the one who burns to my wine and falls for the lie?
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Scribble the name of your regiment well
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So am I cool enough for your magazine?
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Couldn't even leave
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You couldn't put your name either
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You couldn't find your target
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You could not offer your service, but
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Well promoted has mites
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Burn my fuel and get the right
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Catch the stare
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The heart of some is poor and poor
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Fuckin' fuckin' reel on me
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Don't be fooled by the current that created it, fuck your shit bro
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If he created the problem, a new phase is after money.
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Come to my job that shits on me
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He has no respect for my job, push him or his own job
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If you look inside, even the inside of it is a goat.
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I'll make him suffer
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Even if I'm not beaten on purpose, try again
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Never forget your yesterday and look for your tomorrow
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Our eyes are black. |
our hearts hurt
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Our words are air. |
But be a man
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Give me a little respect and a little money
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The lie someone tells in their problem
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Is it time to play the trumps?
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There is no recipe d'i' is the next of success
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A Saturday will cut the sound
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Gonna rap you also the stage
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Is it time to play the trumps?
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There is no recipe d'i' is the next of success
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A Saturday will cut the sound
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Gonna rap you also the stage |