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Do not think that this life has to count on you
that knows how to turn alone does not need navels
you grab him by the neck just to feel alive
but the days go by without acknowledgment
The days are just the sole of my life
you are looking for a shoe to make a custom cap
Thinking better, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I do not need love
to put color to the foggy days
to be me your pimp and you my whore Cinderella
Do not think it's so easy to end up with me
I will stop kissing you and so I will stay away from a vice
I stop being always on the edge of a fucking precipice
The days are just the sole of my life
you are looking for a shoe to make a custom cap
Thinking better, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I do not need love
to put color to the foggy days
to be me your pimp and you my whore Cinderella
Thinking better, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I do not need love
to put color to the foggy days
to be me your pimp and you my whore Cinderella
I do not want to be the life that beats in the corner
going cold, living on medicines
of those that are not sold in any pharmacy
of those 4 kilos that we stole from the mafia
I do not want to be the life that beats in the corner
going cold, living on medicines
of those that are not sold in any pharmacy
of those 4 kilos that we stole from the mafia
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