They reply to the bars I’ve got with excuses
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They say we’re different, so I’ve got closed doors
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But then, what do these people know about you
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They left us like cars locked inside factories
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Rusting would be easy
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But theirs is an unforgivable mistake
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That I’m f*cking fed up and they can’t f*ck me
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Till my neck’s broken and dogs chase me
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You can watch us smile all day bro
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’Cause you can be sure they won’t take that from us
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Bipolar, with the dream of flying
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Chronicles of someone going crazy in a studio flat
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Two deep breaths and I slow my heartbeat
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I close my eyes then count the moments
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I roll with people who know what they’re worth
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’Cause there’s nothing to do at home
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But they offer dinners even when it makes no sense
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Then toast every night with half a glass
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Bro, like prayers, they smoke them sitting on the railings
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And tell what they did yesterday because
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Doing that makes us
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Feel good, this is enough for us
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And she’s good, good, good
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It’s good here, good, good
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Like those days in October with a hoodie
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You tie it round your waist and keep just the T-shirt
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With the sun in your face but gently stroking you
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Like driving the seafront without the windshield
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Without feeling that anxiety that flips your stomach
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With hope and a couple of bottles of beer in the trunk
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It changes color when we get down to work
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We’re the heart’s part, bro, the poorest one
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You know what we say to whoever scolds us?
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Hi bro! I smoke a baobab
That’s why my voice is hoarse
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You wrote about when I was cuffed in court
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Now your voice isn’t there, like Laura’s!
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Chronicles of someone who parties if a friend shows up
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Two deep breaths and I enjoy the moments
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I close my eyes and think: “We’re crazy, yeah”
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When some nights I feel bad I call someone
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Who tells me: “I’ll pick you up, just give me time to throw something
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On and we end up drunk, wandering like hobos
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On the street with full bottles bro, no chains
A brake that holds us back
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I get home with a kidney that doesn’t work”
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Feel good, this is enough for us
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And she’s good, good, good
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It’s good here, good, good
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This is enough for us