Who does my self belong to, whose self does it belong to?
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I know the trouble and know who Istanbul
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Worry about what, what sound in the brain?
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Know that "My skin is better than yours", delete those who say
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Still better than most at what we do
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Because I chose what I felt for our development.
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Captive of my work, I'm still the breeze of the new generation
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Sound of the street, cut the middle
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The sound of the morning at Karaköy pier
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"What are you?" |
Don't even say pass the disgraced ones
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How do I shape my drink accordingly?
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'Cause I've got nothing, get on well, good choice
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Respect, that was the point, stand straight
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It's like this composition that you heard I heard
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I didn't finish the trump card in my hand, know it well
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Of course, the end of my nightmares will come
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The same depression around my eyes
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And the rash appeared on my hair at an early age
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Is it the success we expect or a peaceful death?
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Can you see my past, our time is divided
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Do we move forward, do we see goals?
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Or do we die? |
The streets are always dead
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I have to say "thank you"
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It is always necessary to produce and fight
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It's just like that
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As if there is only one problem in this world
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Here I am the corpse in the battlefield where I was defeated
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What would we say? |
As if that was enough
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Whichever is heartless, your heart stayed there, what's wrong?
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If you lost, should I cry, what's wrong?
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Tell me what am I doing?
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This time, the dominant brother plus the remainder
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Are these streets where a great tragedy took place, calm? |
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