| Tell me if you're okay
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| If you still exist
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| The memories, those we love
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| Do not dream, it's all the same
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| Tell me if it's good
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| To have a woman you love
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| If every night you take the dog out
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| To go up in your third
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| For me everything is fine
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| I shun dinners that are too mundane
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| Each time, I see too much bitterness in it
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| I'm losing my life, I'm losing feathers
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| Oh, you who turn, turn
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| In my straw head
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| Tell me if you hear me
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| If you too are wondering
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| Where are our laughs in all of this?
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| Where are our lives going?
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| The answer remains empty
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| Insha'Allah
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| Tell me if you fall asleep
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| Among your golden laurels
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| Every time you change your course
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| There's two thousand niggas crying outside
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| For me it's always good
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| I'm still afraid of nothing
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| I didn't give in the woolen stocking
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| Don't dream, it's not worth it
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| Oh, you who turn, turn
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| In my straw head
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| Take off my tattoo
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| And let me turn the page
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| Where are our laughs in all of this?
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| Where are our lives going?
|
| The question remains empty
|
| But answer me
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| Where are our mirages going in all this?
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| Where are our languages going? |
| Tell me
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| Where do our tired lives go
|
| Demolished, forgotten?
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| Tell me if you're okay
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| If you still exist
|
| The memories, the ones I love
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| Do not dream, it's all the same
|
| For me everything is fine
|
| I shun dinners that are too mundane
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| But if one day I see you there
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| I would ask you
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| Where are our laughs in all of this?
|
| Where are our lives going?
|
| The question remains empty
|
| But answer me
|
| Where are our mirages going in all this?
|
| Where are our languages going? |
| Tell me
|
| Where do our tired lives go
|
| Demolished, forgotten?
|
| Where are our lives going? |
| Tell me
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| Where are our mirages in all this?
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| Where are our languages going in all this? |