| I would politely give you some advice,
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| that you probably don't know,
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| The devil knows much more for being old
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| That for being the king of all our ills.
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| With reality you are going to come face to face
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| If you think that a euro is better than a detail,
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| Because a window that overlooks a courtyard lights
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| It can shine more than one that faces the street.
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| And now go in search of that wallet
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| That sustains your beauty treatments,
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| As long as you have
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| Because you will know that this does not last forever,
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| My friend.
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| So go in search of every delusions of grandeur
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| And if life straightens you out and your winning horse falls off the cliff
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| Remember that you refused to be a flower for my life,
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| For being only a petal, it is that type.
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| What a pity you give me, spoiled little girl,
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| With your counterfeit check to expired bearer...
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| Although thought about it well:
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| What would be our future?
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| You who prefer a peso than a kiss
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| And I do not have but not a fucking hard.
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| You who only eat leaves
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| And I only red meat.
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| I live in chinese story
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| And you in an Almadovar movie.
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| You who presume to be an atheist
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| While I lived off the tide
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| That a God put in my throat.
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| And now go in search of that wallet
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| That sustains your beauty treatments,
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| As long as you have
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| Because you will know that this does not last forever,
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| My friend.
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| So go in search of every delusions of grandeur
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| And if life straightens you out and your winning horse falls off the cliff
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| Remember that you refused to be the flower for my life, for just one petal on the
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| of that type.
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| What a pity you give me, spoiled little girl,
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| with your counterfeit check to the expired bearer.
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| I just hope that doesn't point to the clasp
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| But when you have no ceiling left to reach
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| You will feel empty and like a jug of cold water it will be. |