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I've seen you in my eyes before
That sweet and savage cliché that melts away
While I floor it, the wind hits my face
As long as it's not the end of the world
I thought about asking you to watch Sessão da Tarde
One year, a thousand Mondays pass in a second
It's too late to fight, I've got Libra on Mars
Oops, an underworld charm, I go deeper
Your calm, absurd kiss, everyday life ruins everything
She's naked, stop everything
Say my name, man, say my name, man
The road's smooth as a grape, an MP5 in my glove compartment
I haven't kissed anybody in the rain since
Sh*t, I'm hearing you here on the radio
Take back your money, I don't need this, I love me
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Girl of my eyes, I'm Conan the Barbarian
I disabled my stories, I sped up my phases
I realized you lie so well
I show you I love you in code
I make it look so easy
Monday's forecast calls for rain
I still like running on the street
Like a sprinter curing anxiety
Or a sprinter of literature
X-A-M-Ã, man, I'll call you later
Clandestine Machiavellian flow
Time's expensive, it's the clock's fault
If I love you, I'm serious, man
Sorry if I'm kind of an analog guy
Musician, magician, monster, doctor
Speeding up, I'll catch you in the curve
The street made my rhyme dirty
My codename is Ray Charles
Sh*t, I'm hearing you here again on the radio
Take back your money, I don't need this, I love me
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