| Enough of this world I want to be free
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| I know I’m not lying, but what does that mean?
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| Enough of this day I want to just sleep
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| But the bullets all flying in the back of my dreams
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| Enough of this high, enough of this spree
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| I want to go down where the deep goes deep
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| In the back of my mind see a Haka face me
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| Man you going to die? |
| Nah, I’m gonna live
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| Y si ya todo se cae
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| Yo quiero salir volando
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| Jodido pero luchador
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| La vida sera mejor
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| I’m one of them ghosts you pass on the street
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| Do I recognise you? |
| Do you recognise me?
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| Been wearing my mask long before Cov-ee
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| I wonder who shares the same secret?
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| Some of them nod, some of them wink
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| Some of them stare somewhere distant
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| One showed me their face to a bare skeleton
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| Man you going to die? |
| Nah, I’m gonna live
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| Y si ya todo se cae
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| Yo quiero salir volando
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| Jodido pero luchador
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| La vida sera mejor
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| On the rooftops at dusk can you hear them sing?
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| While the empty streets below echo with resonance for the residents
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| Who for one crowded hour won’t let nothing beat them
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| Ain’t that worth something before it starts again?
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| In this city I’m in where the true-heart beats, they sing
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| Oh…
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| You’re no fine wine you taste too gritty
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| You’ve never been safe or clean or pretty
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| Your beauty don’t lie, your beauty don’t fake
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| It makes a man tremble it makes a man shake
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| It shakes up my ground and stirs up my fear
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| I won’t turn my back or pretend it’s not here
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| I’m filled up with emptiness, what’s left to give?
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| Man you going to die? |
| Nah, I’m gonna live
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| Y si ya todo se cae
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| Yo quiero salir volando
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| Jodido pero luchador
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| La vida sera mejor
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| Oh… |