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Marco Porra'
Marco Porra'
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I remember I was walking on the sand to sell some ice cream Even the journal man, the coconut man were there to sell their own things Too much competition and one guy got confused He said: "For goodness sake, do you sell booze?" I remember I was going, pizza-delivery Only instruction, from the phone call: "The door is very heavy" I pushed it very hard and tenants started to bawl I realized the house was wrong And they almost kicked my... Anybody free, is anybody free? Why can't I make a living selling beats or playing gigs? Are you a casualty of a bad society? I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of everything and my head goes I remember I was serving the next client in line The movie was about to finish, he was not on time "Can I have an hot - dog, quick, just before the end"? So, perfect hot dog without bread Anybody free, is anybody free? Why can't I make a living selling beats or playing gigs? Are you a casualty of a bad society? I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of everything and my head goes Who's in the right spot and who is not Among people all around? Can I ask to swap With somebody else in the crowd? Who's in the right spot and who is not Among people all around? Can I ask to swap With somebody else in the crowd? Anybody free, is anybody free? Why can't I make a living selling beats or playing gigs? Are you a casualty of a bad society? I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired Anybody free, is anybody free? Why can't I make a living selling beats or playing gigs? Are you a casualty of a bad society? I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of everything and my head goes
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