| Today assume what comes, be it for good or all bad
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| And even if he loses what he has, he's going to bite to hold on
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| Today he clearly sees the things that yesterday he did not see nor will he demand
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| He perches on his sorrow, he wants to understand to continue
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| The battle comes and it breaks out against him, one day it will clear
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| And as he comes out of it, he wants the answer, he knows it's not escape
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| Today how strange they look at him, he stands up and wants to talk
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| And his mouth forgets what he once wanted to explain
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| Your patience of him will ride
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| A whole circus to watch it parade
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| To the pain that he used to be
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| And the one that now he no longer wants to see come back
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| Today he feels satisfied, although that role no longer exists
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| For life with his chest and his song sounds again
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| Today he receives the applause, he used to be salt and also honey
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| And he connects with his steps that when slipping does not fall well
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| I end your war, feet on the ground
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| And her hand from him, a heart
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| His thought of him calm of him, his sorrow of him, an oblivion
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| And his soul from him, a passion
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| Today assume what comes, be it for good or all bad
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| And even if he loses what he has, he will bite himself to hold on
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| Your patience of him will ride
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| A whole circus to watch it parade
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| To the pain that he used to be
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| And the one who now doesn't want to see come back
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| He takes refuge in a lantern
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| And between two flowers that always point to the Sun
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| This is how it crosses your wall
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| He smiles at me and breaks his own web
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| The battle comes and it breaks out against him, one day it will clear
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| And as he comes out of it, he wants the answer, he knows it's not escape.
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| Your patience of him will ride
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| A whole circus to watch it parade
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| To the pain that used to be
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| And the one who now doesn't want to see come back
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| He takes refuge in a lantern
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| And between two flowers that always point to the Sun
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| This is how it crosses your wall
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| He smiles at me and breaks his own web
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| your own network |