It was the summer of 90 and some
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A little around the solitaire a little down on the cuttings
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When the stone burns, it will not escape
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We're looking for a lad to take care of and then I'll meet her
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And that feeling I can't describe to you
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When your heart starts beating and you start breathing faster
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I started thinking about everything I hadn’t until then
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And on sleepless nights, I wrote love letters
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Only she in my head does not worry about anything else
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I wrote that name in my notebook
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So he dedicated the rhyme, flew to the heights
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I had a desire for a biceps tattoo to sew
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A few days later the tattoo fell off
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Her name and around it 2 small tribals
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I did it all just to give it to me
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But it didn't seem to be real love
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I forgot about her
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And I was left with a tattoo
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Hey young years, hey crazy years, be longing
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My biceps peeled off because of a tattoo from Budva
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Her name from the 92nd
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Since then I no longer wear short but long sleeves
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The father speaks as if you are always ruining the family reputation
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And that I have to be useful
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In those years, God forgive me, like I was hit in the head
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He was madly in love with one of the stands
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At another bar, I tattoo her name
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Dark black letters with some more tribals
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There are a lot of places, I have biceps trained
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The godfather passes, he says, poor thing you're fooling around
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He visited surgeons, then iodine, then hydrogen
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Scars on the biceps and in the heart the same anger
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Blind and thirsty for water
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She's a top model, and I'm not a football player
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I forgot about her
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And I was left with a tattoo |