| I was in the neighborhood
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| thinking of nothing
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| On the sidewalk smoking chala
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| When suddenly mommy fell
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| The grey hair…
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| And they entered the house as if nothing
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| they broke the door
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| to the kicks
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| They entered the blows
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| Hey without saying anything...
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| Save that is the command!
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| As usual
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| As it happens in the neighborhoods
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| They always enter punishing
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| From the Commissioner...
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| Looking for an iron
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| Of course they did not find
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| The sad thing is that a mother
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| She has been crying...
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| A very scared lady came out
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| Crying for her son from her who was carrying him
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| The eye of justice accused him...
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| From a great assault at dawn...
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| And the children ask...
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| Those who burst were "the brigade"
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| They asked for the iron to the punches
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| When his father said of him:
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| Shit, there's nothing here...
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| -there is nothing!..
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| They laughed they put him down
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| At that time at night
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| a bullet was heard
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| It had been the father who killed himself!
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| With the same iron as the night before...
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| he had squatted
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| And the neighborhood is salty…
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| And it is customary to wear shoes
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| And who would have imagined...
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| Let the brigade break your door
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| Turn your house upside down
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| And that of the fact that they accuse you
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| The ballot is not yours...
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| And now I'm on the same corner
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| And I feel the pain of that family
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| A dead father and an imprisoned son
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| For a crime that I have committed
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| Where do you have to go?
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| And the children ask...
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| And no one answers...
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| I who thought I was the most polished
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| The most dangerous
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| With an iron in hand
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| Now I know that everything can end
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| In a dungeon…
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| nothing funny
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| Leaving the woman who gave me life
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| suffering and crying
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| It's embarrassing!... I'm not a police officer
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| They call me a criminal...
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| But I have never wanted to harm anyone...
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| (In the neighborhood of my house
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| the children ask
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| And as always… no one answers.)
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| Seek the truth, seek freedom...
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| Squeeze it tight, don't let it slip away
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| They tell you from here, from the darkness...
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| It is not paid with anything
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| Freedom… |