We stood between us
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Man neither saints nor heroes
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Children in trouble without hindsight that you can not
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He will enclose himself in the space of a definition
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Or trap in an acronym that distorts the situation
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Classic evening of fooling around in the park
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Let's celebrate the day spent among a thousand cocks
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Who is against it among those who live in buildings
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Call the cops report the shouting
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We don't notice when the patrol arrives
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Armed and lined up, it looks like the storming of the Bastille
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A second and we're back
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We smell the smell we feel discharges in the heart
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Drops of cold sweat
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Of course, the worst happens
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I'm so scared that I accidentally act out
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The cop stares at us with an air of I destroy you
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And he forces us to follow him even if we were hostage
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Delay
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us
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We charge charge charge charge
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We charge charge charge charge
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We charge charge charge charge
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We charge charge charge charge
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I enter in the relaxed manner of an epileptic seizure
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They treat us from murders that risk the electric chair
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Silence in the room we do not spit a comma
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Here the air is tense between if you tear it up it does not crumble
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The cop attacks with the sermon we are his obsession
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Try to make sense of his profession
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He summons us one by one by way of interrogation
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He challenges us he watches us hangs up with his repertoire
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I can't see his hand starting from right to left
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A sharp blow that tears my cheek
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Blood stains on his white desk
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The litany of the ordinance truncheon
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I bend my back, his voice trembles
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He feels strong but can't handle the adrenaline continues ...
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Then he gets bored and lets us go
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But he promises that he will make us pay for it
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Delay
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us
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They search us then let off steam
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They search us then let off steam
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They search us then let off steam
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They search us then let off steam
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Not even a month arrives my call-up
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I'll have to do ninety days of observation
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In line with the worst thugs around
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Ask for the methadone dose at breakfast
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He who speaks to me as a last-stage addict
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He asks me if he has ever attempted or thought about suicide
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I am at the point I feel totally confused
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I would like to explain to him the benefits of what I abuse
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But I have no head for battles between generations
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I tell him yes, I keep my head down, I take the sermons
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He asks me at home all right with your parents
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How come you live as long as you shit where you work
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Blood in the head from neurosis I would like to take it out
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I hate his bullshit his serious principles
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I would like to shout it at him but it is too much to take the risk
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I remain silent and I suffer this shit
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Delay
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us
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I know what they are looking for what they want
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They search us after they frame us
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Everyone in the barracks the sentence they tell us
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One by one on the wheel they charge us |