Ashtray damage in fingerprints, I'm the notorious author of this notebook
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My tale continued for a thousand and one nights, my beard is as filthy as my soul.
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Close your eyes, be quiet, listen to the morning, let's wrap all wishes with a rope
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Hopes watch palace in slum, life speaks badly but let's say lullaby
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Sometimes close ones are like vuslat, miles are like throwing up.
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Like lighting the last cigarette, like piling up in the night
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Tan is still a fool, like a fool who can't be wise
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Life is cruel show you love, like a bitch waiting for your money
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Are you still looking for reasons to pour yourself a glass?
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Or do you light a cigarette and cry for what you couldn't do all night?
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You don't know, don't you look at the sun while the darkness casts your shadow
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I don't know, you misunderstand me too much like this city
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Every now and then I try to live a little feeling my heartbeat
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I can't find my way, I shut myself up and obsess about death until death and force it
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There is no way, I collect the rest from the wings of madness
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You put out my sun, but I was afraid of the dark
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Let the rain fall on you, let the snow stay with me
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Fires inside of me
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Don't ask, there is no recipe, I have no fortitude
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No recipe, no
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Bridges are ruined, cities are sax blue
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Your hair has remained the same tone, the snowflake of the eye
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Your heart waits in the glove compartment, the sewer rat
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How reasonable would it be that spring arrives while you are leaving?
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Look, it's starting again, tremors from somewhere, let your eyes look at me a little bit
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Let the rain calm our smell, let the ship sink, let the waters dive in
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While you are away, the world is silent and if you smile, this person would cry
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Goodbyes are too tidal, all this mind of mine vomits blood
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The clock doesn't go, you go back, maybe you get bored and go
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Your hand speaks relatively with wine, everyone says to you "You're crazy, crazy"
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Stand alone in the crowd, tell me in a photo frame
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Sometimes your soul is crucified, but leather hides every moment
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I'm still so lost, there's a finger on the trigger
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That taste of anger on my lips and the poetry container in my rib
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Show some empathy, for example, stick that syringe in your heart
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Put aside your pain, they all stay cute by my side |