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Guido (de 17) se despierta con un café en la mano, el mouse en la otra y el reproductor de MP3 en los oídos. Trabaja con un tío y es moderador en un foro. Su labor consiste en poner orden cuando alguien se pasa y no respeta las reglas: no incitar al racismo o al odio. "Se los advierte y si no hacen caso, se los puede echar", explica.
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A cold winter sun, my feet underground
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
I'll wait back here.
All that you noticed, a moment in time.
A photograph lost here since you were mine.
I'll wait back here.
Or should I start pushing my way back?
Yeah, should I start pushing my way back?
I walk past your room in deep silhouette.
You're tired of racing, you're down and upset.
I’ll wait back here.
A cold ended evening, a soaked cigarette...
I'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met.
I’ll wait back here...
Or should I start pushing my way back? (yeah)
Should I start pushing my way?
Cold... and the whiskey is wearing,
And i'm on the edge of my breath.
Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving.
I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death.
Hold on...
A cold winter sun, my feet underground...
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
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Guido (de 17) se despierta con un café en la mano, el mouse en la otra y el reproductor de MP3 en los oídos. Trabaja con un tío y es moderador en un foro. Su labor consiste en poner orden cuando alguien se pasa y no respeta las reglas: no incitar al racismo o al odio. "Se los advierte y si no hacen caso, se los puede echar", explica.
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(life in the fast lane)
This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller
You are my favorite mutherfucker
I told you, didn't I?
Drama makes the world go around
Does anybody got a problem with that? (yeah)
My business is my business
Who's guilty?
Can I get a witness?
First things first
The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst
Access Hollywood licence to kill
A redneck fucker from Jacksonville
bringin on the dumpster funk
My microphone machete's in the back of my
trunk
Rockin soul steady with the
He says, she says
And don't forget about the starfish
navigation system
Don't hate me
I'm just an alien
With thirty seven tons of new millenium
Dum diddie dum
Where's it coming from?
Misses Aguilera, come and get some
Oh know, which way to go
To the dance floor
in stewa- stereo
Pay me no mind
I seen The Fight Club
About twenty eight times
And I'm 'a keep my pants saggin
Keep a skateboard
A spray can, for the taggin'
And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls on my
band wagon
Cause I don't give a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane)
I'm just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane)
Another crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane
Take two
Hoo haa!
Now who's the star sucker?
I'm the Starfish
You silly mutherfucker
Puff puff
Give the marujuana cig
Oops
I don't even smoke
But I love the way it smells
Here's a toast to the females
Sippin' mum's champagne from a seashell
I take a counterfeit
And pop his ass like a zit
With the starfish navigation system
No cheap thrills baby
Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella
Spittin' out hella mic skillz
And I'm 'a keep my pants saggin
Keep a skateboard
A spray can, for the taggin'
And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls on my band
wagon
Cause I don't give a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane)
I'm just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane)
Another crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane
Cause it's so easy
To tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting
None on my time
This world is like a cage
And I don't think it's fair
And I don't even think
That anybody cares
It'll leave a hole down inside of me
And it'll leave a scar
Can anybody see?
That we gotta get it out
We gotta get it out
And I'm 'a get it out
With the mutherfuckin' microphone
Plug it in my soul
I'm a renegade riot getting out of control
I'm 'a keep it alive
And continue to be
Flying like an eagle
To my destiny
So can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
Can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah)
then you say(hell yeah)
then you say- Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane!
Cause it's so easy
To tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting
None on my time
I'm just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane)
Another crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane
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