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It was not a music destined to be mediatized
It was not a music destined to sell so much
It happens that many people recognized themselves in her
Later it became a social phenomenon
The days that are so short and I
In a rapt internet adage
All crazy
All tattooed with weird shit
Links rotos
They lead me away from this clear night
I'd better try to get some sleep.
(Perfect)
It would be Ramadan if he were hanging from his Walkman today.
Even today I relive how I walked alone as
At the back of the bus
My mother announces herself with the mask
I got off at the last stop to steal
In the electronics stores of the port
With a blank mind, but awake
And then in a bank
Listening to hardcore
With a friend is something big for me
I know it's not for the rest
I close my eyes, I imagine this
An extreme scream occurring in a room
What sounds like what I feel
It makes me think of a hundred percent overtaking.
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