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My journey doesn't work out, and time is precious, precious
the deaf man said it, he taught me how to sing
the shift boss got distracted with me
first defeated, then taking off

if walking on the edge, does so much harm
if I find myself walking, I won't turn around

my friend said it, that I wasn't lost
it's felt in the air, something is about to change

it's known, it's coming out, no one will give it to you
I hope you wait, that this doesn't go wrong

in Buenos Aires it hurts to walk
I have a wooden leg, almost unused

he told me material
I dedicated a verse to him in thousands
in exchange for a place
he called me crazy, a talking machine

The bad guy of time, stopped with me
my friend said it, in the previous verse
it's known, it's coming out, no one will give it to you
I hope you wait, that this doesn't go wrong

in Buenos Aires it hurts to walk
and the winters on the podium, aren't bad

he told me material
he threatened her multiplied
after dancing
it turned into porn, the morbid
and it hurt you

follow me alone, I can
you'll beg me
I don't want to suffer anymore
when I see her, I'm going to kill her