Two seconds and I'm out in baggy clothes
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To tailor it, it's late enough
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Turn it around that shortens your life
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Or go ahead and stay in line
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(What you have!) There is more time
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Open ticket apology station
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Beat the rhythm now the stops
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What you have is what you deserve
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There is no Christ that's yours or a way that's that
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Office forms and sign
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The signal is low which is just the surplus
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It makes us the revolution in the lunch break
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And after you come home you are the same as me
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That chain rhymes to the first pole there is
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And that I don't think much about everything that's missing
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That I do not pass on television and that I do not go to the bank and so it goes!
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You will never know! |
No!
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What you don't have! |
No!
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Do you know yourself but do you know what you are?
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You dream of things but you get in trouble!
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You remain standing but you already know that you will fall!
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You will never know! |
No! |
No!
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Stop writing and rewriting here on the stairs
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On the steps where each of us goes down and someone goes up
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With the bearded fixie with the mullet on the octaves
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We rock the sea as cradles
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Yo yo yo yo either you are consistent or you are in the stream
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Obsessed with satisfying people
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You find yourself outdated and given that you no longer do text
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You are helpless with the rest of nothing in your hand
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Gibson Les Paul the blues I have is Nashville
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Flow millesimato thoughts of cashmere
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Dialogue with the devil I spit another miracle
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Holy water is raining outside my tabernacle
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In the cypher I create like Tyler
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Music with 2 wires and a rubber I was not even McGyver
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Incompatible since the days of MC Giaime
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With your eyes closed you dance alone Liv Tyler!
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You will never know! |
No!
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What you don't have! |
No!
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Do you know yourself but do you know what you are?
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You dream of things but you get in trouble!
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You remain standing but you already know that you will fall!
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You will never know! |
No! |
No!
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The word indifference is tattooed on me
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Space goes back we are in retreat
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We have dirty oil pan with holes
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And then we pay the bills if the music pays
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Sometimes I look at the sea and I only see the sky
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Like drinking poison in a half-full glass
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Sometimes I may be serious about it
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How to forget a suitcase on the train
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We are folks with A4 sheet envelopes
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And you don't fill it with powdered sugar
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People to pay for a wish god know what they did
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And don't buy us a piece of heaven
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I wish the air on the mirror lens was enough
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Cut through the fog on the road with a C of the chest
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And if in the end you don't know what to do with my respect
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I'll take it with a gun and a helmet and that's the way it goes!
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You will never know! |
No!
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What you don't have! |
No!
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Do you know yourself but do you know what you are?
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You dream of things but you get in trouble!
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You remain standing but you already know that you will fall!
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You will never know! |
No! |
No! |