| When the last bummer comes
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| I will go out into the world and become a pillar.
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| I will stand here, in the courtyard, in the center of the country,
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| Oh, in the womb of spring.
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| I have eaten into life like vitriol.
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| I grew up here, and immediately I grew up.
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| And here I am standing in the yard, thirsty for love,
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| Oh, rejoice me!
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| When you eat the advances of fate -
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| Come to me, we will be pillars.
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| We clamp the wires in our teeth to catch,
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| Oh, currents of love.
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| I was alone, I was nothing
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| But the two of us are already something!
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| We are the embryo of the wall, we are the embryo,
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| Oh, new times, bright times ...
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| The planes smoothed our foreheads.
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| We are not slaves, but we are pillars.
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| We are standing in the yards, waiting for changes,
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| Oh, here we are in honor!
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| But we still have to grow to heaven,
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| Everyone go, we will be like a forest,
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| We will stand here, aside, by the new spring
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| We want to bloom...
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| Every day I wait for the fall
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| Those who are taller than me.
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| Every day I see eagerness
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| Those who are still with me.
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| Every day I hear decay
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| Those who have already fallen.
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| How can I be to be myself?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
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| How can I be to be myself?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
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| How can I be to be myself?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... |