You should try to see it from another point of view
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More… more positive
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You can't always think like this
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I think you think too much about, about…
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If negative, read the prospectus
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Do you smile at them? |
I study your flaws
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They make my blood boil they drive the sane crazy
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How do you want me to calm down?
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With so much son of a bitch loose
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If negative, read the prospectus
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Do you smile at them? |
I study your flaws
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They make my blood boil they drive the sane crazy
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How do you want me to calm down?
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With so much son of a bitch...
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They appeal to hysteria, they sign up for the scum
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What am I going to do if they are part of my story?
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Since school and in my present days
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Depressed and aggressive, now Syla is different
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With sequels, I see where there are none
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That's why when there is I see it
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I think badly and I recreate
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If you fuck me I will forget your favors
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I expel you like pus
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I make you the cross and may God forgive you
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Negative, sick of jobs
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climbs, paradoxes
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They go up falling low, that's why I don't fit in
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because they smile without desire
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The human being annoys me
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I get tense if I don't express myself I get stressed, I get gray hair |
I don't plan on being me Oops!
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I tell Hobbes: "Someone believed you"
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I'm paranoid not to screw it up
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I will not buy that movie even though I like the cover
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Woman alone at home, all negative
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If pollen passed, my friends would come more
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This is my destiny that's why I shoot style
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Fine thread, I nominate, I don't look, I live with the minimum
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I control my son, misogynists as cumins
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I rewind, I motivate them, I combine it, in the negative
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I don't expect you to understand
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My music, my movies, don't give me shit
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Beyond what you keep quiet hides what I speak
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I cough up your comments, with two ovaries, I sew up your lips
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To the pit with the protocol
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I never look good, my heart is a millionaire
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The mess in the supermarket, in the doctor
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No one will be safe from my warlike thought
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Come and check
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Phase A: Do not misrepresent skeptics
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Phase B: See that it is authentic
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I close the windows, the curtains and the awning
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I hear the neighbors, I think they know I'm hiding
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Deep down I guess I run from society
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But who wants animals, if I already have two cats |
And here I stand, in the beat and that's how I accompany myself
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This is what it is, without more
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Because I don't believe in anything anymore
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I look for an anxiolytic and they say: "How?"
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You are a junkie and I answer them: "How?"
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You can do without it and I insist: "How?!"
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I've seen death, Jesus Christ turned the knob
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Friends lose each other, problems add up to me
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My dark circles come out
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I want to live in the suburbs
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Fill the seats, talk to the grandmothers
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Jump the traffic lights that I can
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Calm is not achieved please
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It's stress, see?
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My teeth itch
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I'm not looking for fame so I hope it rains
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I write my metric hysterically from the cave!
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If negative, read the prospectus
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Do you smile at them? |
I study your flaws
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They make my blood boil they drive the sane crazy
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How do you want me to calm down?
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With so much son of a bitch loose
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If negative, read the prospectus
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Do you smile at them? |
I study your flaws
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They make my blood boil they drive the sane crazy
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How do you want me to calm down?
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With so much son of a bitch...
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Because everyone goes to their own |
So I don't spend one
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Nobody gives anything for nothing, and I will not be less
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And here it ends |