With an empty bag, but joyful
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From free colors, the eye ripples
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My freedom day has been hiding for so long
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And now, I'm finally lucky
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And the whistle of the night policeman will not frighten away
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We will not run, we are legs, hands are breaking
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it
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No longer a prisoner, but still without a passport
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And all the prekid that was at hand
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I hasten to where they will welcome me
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Not by clothes they wait, but from the heart
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And the whistle of the night policeman will not frighten away
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We will not run, we are legs, hands are breaking
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it
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And the whistle of the night policeman will not frighten away
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We will not run, we are legs, hands are breaking
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it
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For all the sins, we, without parole, brother, worked out
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And we honor the code, we are not looking for loopholes in it |