It's morning again
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I remember he came yesterday
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It seems like the day is changing
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But I'm not sure, it's only a matter of nights
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And I see her disappear, run away from the sun with the stars
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Even when I start to like it
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He lets me down, he takes my pleasures
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A day awaits me, light what am I doing?
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Until tonight, I hope to recover, because I rarely took it
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The heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses
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The heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses
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It's a little hot, everyone wants mojitos
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The heat hits us like a Bboy, lyrical traps catch you boy
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In the morning on tchibo, grains at sea on the cliff in the valley
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I'm not a cyclist, but the sole burns on the tiles
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I'm on fire, I can't, I'm suffocating
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It's clear I'm going out in the evening until morning
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And then I go back seven ways
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Towards a single block «77», degrees and fog
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Amen, Amin, Amin
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For the sand and for the sea and the beauties that come
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I see them barely holding on to the sun once and we both know
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I took it rare
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The heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses
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The heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses
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I took it rare, as it only happens in the summer
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I can't wait for the evening to come
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I took it rare, as it only happens in the summer
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I can't wait for the evening to come
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I took it rare, as it only happens in the summer
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I can't wait for the evening to come
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I took it rare, as it only happens in the summer
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I can't wait for the evening to come
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I rarely take it, the heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses
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The heat kills me in the summer and I still count the degrees
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I can't wait for the evening to fill our glasses |