Go
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I wake up very early,
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As it is difficult for me, the sheets have stuck to me
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I go to the bathroom, resigned I'm so tired that I peed
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The mirror tells me be careful
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you're a pringa'o I pretend I don't listen
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and I look for another side
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I have a whole coffee with milk and I go out shooting,
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tonight it's cold and the car is frozen
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In the glove box there's a camela tape of my sister
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It will serve to remove the frost from the windows
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I get going without even fucking wanting to
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I'm already late, you peel me and I pretend not to this week
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I'm drunk at a traffic light and they start beeping at me (good!)
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I stick my finger out and stampede
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Today is not a good day I realized when I woke up
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The radio is fucked and my life is boring
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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The mirror tells me, when are you going to change? |
we will see
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He knows that tomorrow we will see each other but everything remains the same
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and I don't want to look at him oh oh
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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I tell the mirror one day you're going to freak out, you'll see
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I'll change this story and we'll see each other,
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when everything is different, we will talk again»
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I enter the pit, crestfallen,
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how it fucks me but work is work,
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Give yourself for fucked up, I tell myself they've placed you,
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the encaragao approaches me with his bitter face
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«What happened to you boy and your punctuality»
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I think, fuck you! |
I say, it won't happen anymore
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He gives me his sermon
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and I nod endlessly while
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I think of a song to disconnect
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He leaves swearing and I take the finger out again
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They go twice already, the gesture is going to stay with me
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They put the mini chain of the company and it sounds dance
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and an announcer so heavy that it is better to be without him
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Go with the rush, the coffee made me sick
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And someone has already left a cake in the ship's toilet
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Over the sink he's watching me again
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The mirror wants to talk and I don't want to fucking listen
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Material arrives today and I have to download
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How do those damn pieces weigh?
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Today is not a good day I realized
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when I wake up the radio is screwed and what is my life about?
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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The mirror tells me, when are you going to change? |
we will see
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You know we'll see each other tomorrow
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but everything remains the same and I don't want to look at him oh oh
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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I tell the mirror one day you're going to freak out, you'll see
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Change this story and we'll see each other,
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when everything is different, we will talk again»
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It is the hour, of the sandwich,
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next to the warehouse we have a bar,
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we'll go and overwhelm the waiter
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and let them assume I'm not the only one here who's going to suck
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Time goes by very quickly damnation
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when you are with the cigarette, the straw and relax
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I smoke a joint that makes me fall,
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when I want to realize the rest
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it's over, (wow)
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And I'm back to being a workhorse again
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For the minimum wage, my back is going to burst
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And I look at the hands of the clock thinking that
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They go slower when you're up to the balls to cure
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I finish downloading, I stop to breathe
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The boss comes and says "Sweep, I don't pay you to watch"
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And the worst thing is that the bastard is right
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This shitty ass I have looked for myself
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Finally it's time to go out
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A colleague jokingly addresses me
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Me, I stick my finger out this time with a sleeve cut and everything
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Not that the guy did
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something is that the oven is not for chickens
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I come home full of shit and I want to take a shower,
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I undress and there is the mirror looking at me
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Today is not a good day
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and if you do nothing tomorrow will be the same
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The radio is loud and it will bore you and your life the same (good)
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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The mirror tells me, when are you going to change? |
we will see
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He knows that tomorrow we will see each other but everything remains the same
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and I don't want to look at him oh oh
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"We'll see you boy we'll see you,
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I tell the mirror one day you're going to freak out, you'll see
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Change this story and we'll see each other,
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when everything is different boy, we will talk again» |