| You have to stay on the journey to enter limbo
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| You want to enter the journey, the ticket is here baby
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| Wow, yeah, yeah
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| I hear my partner rolling
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| The rustle of the paper, the glue whistles
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| Her lips that match the blood
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| That you know I paid for this strap
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| There are a hundred stories that I live
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| There are only a few on which I express myself
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| You look for them, you find them, the sluts, you see them, you take them
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| I'm on the way, yes
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| It hurts me to see who you've become
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| Just for pieces of paper
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| The ink does not run out
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| You know I was in your place I would change my face
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| I don't sell, I saw where it ends
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| I always do triple what it takes
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| To have the world and give it to my brothers
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| I start from here, I don't joke from here anymore
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| I know it's easy to trust what you see
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| Appearances deceive you
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| You will never have me, I distance myself
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| I'm off the radar
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| It is not what you feel, those who save themselves will not be saved
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| Don't show love, it will kill you
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| Now only my belief will guide me
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| I swear on the way, I'm going my way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| Go as it goes, each on his own way
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| Oh, ohh, I've decided, now I have no choice
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| Oh, ohh, on my face the signs of war (Yes, bro, yes, bro)
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| Fuck, where the fuck did I leave the keys?
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| Ok, I'm ready, let's go, ok
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| Don't make up stories anymore
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| Don't come and talk to me first
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| Now things have changed
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| Now I know you're just a spy
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| They told me to go faster
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| Don't think about counting miles
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| But if I try to look in the mirror
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| After all this I still look alike
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| I didn't even have a penny
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| I've only seen her, I've always spent euros
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| I have nothing but family
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| Our that villa with a large parking lot
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| If we toast, look me in the eye
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| That I just paid you the best
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| I have the contact for this and for that
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| My cell is dead, but I make calls anyway
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| Flow on the hands, flow in my vocal cords
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| It's a war I have soldiers and weapons
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| We don't try to be nice to you
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| We just want to save ourselves
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| We are on the shortest path to infinity
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| So it matters little when you point your finger
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| You make too much noise, the real is silent
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| Better alone than in the shadow of the fake sun
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| You don't know it's wrong to trust what you see
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| Appearances deceive you
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| You will never have me, I distance myself
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| I'm off the radar
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| It is not what you feel, those who save themselves will not be saved
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| Don't show love, it will kill you
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| Now only my belief will guide me
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| I swear on the way, I'm going my way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| Okay how it goes, each on his own way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| I swear on the way, I'm going my way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| Okay how it goes, each on his own way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| I swear on the way, I'm going my way
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| They call me Veggie, someone Bellaria
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| Go as it goes, each on his own way |