| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| I used to see distorted pictures
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| My lens, it portrayed an image
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| Dictated by making digits
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| Consuming vapours and liquids
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| Depicting «life's a bitch»
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| 'Til I’m rich as Carlos Slim is
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| Then I clicked a clearer picture
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| I’m living just like a king is
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| We’re all just fighting for the limelight (Yeah that is true)
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| Chasing a dream left in the pipeline (Yeah that is true)
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| Then we look up at the night sky
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| Dirt in our hands, on our knees crying, «Send us the truth»
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| The generation we’ve become
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| My wife told me that she was pregnant
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| I said hold up now, wait a second
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| My brain must return to Earth
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| Let’s greet this little piece of heaven
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| My thinking on his arrival
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| Switched to human survival
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| My energy has arrived
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| At a positive new revival
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| Examining the balance of inhabitants of this planet
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| Them scales have tipped my way, look what I take for granted
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| This beauty that’s panoramic
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| Truth is the world is tragic
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| We’re eager to fix the damage
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| Reluctant to switch our habits
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| We’re all just fighting for the limelight (Yeah that is true)
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| Chasing a dream left in the pipeline (Yeah that is true)
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| Then we look up at the night sky
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| Dirt in our hands, on our knees crying, «Send us the truth»
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| The generation we’ve become
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| The search for fortune and fame has turned us to savages
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| Imagine how future generations gon' look back at us
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| Self-centered spineless characters
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| We bet the house on the work of time travellers
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| But if miracles exist and we all look in the mirror
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| We could build up for our kids a golden era
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| A new age of sacrifice, to recreate a paradise
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| Where the treasure of benevolence is our antidepressant
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| So where we headed?
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| The generation we’ve become
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| Left, right, left, left, right, left, left (So we march)
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are
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| Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love
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| So we march to the stars to forget who we are |