| I am a woman and I am a saint
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| I'm a holy woman and that's it
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| I was a winning caste
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| Before caste was victorious
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| From France I defend France
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| If you attack it, I will split you
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| I pull the sword out of the leather
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| Dust I swallow but I don't give up
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| The British have been wanting my head in a slip-knot for months
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| I am an angel but, with them I will change into a vulture-oio
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| I win a war against England is nothing but 'ndo cojo cojo
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| Because I hear the rumors that are not rumors-oo
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| Go to hell Satan
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| Your mattress is a bed of flames
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| Your word is no longer valid
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| Turn on fire, turn off you!
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| You burn me for what I preach
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| It is an end that I do not deserve
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| You send the truth to ashes
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| Because I'm your heretic dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| Admit it I'm your heretical dream
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| Instead I am a Dominican
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| But don't ask me my name
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| Here he is sure that I do not get along
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| I focus not like the Canon
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| I hate the powerful of the city
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| I hate His Holiness
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| A man full of greed
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| Who sells charges like babbà
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| He treats children like geishas
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| It grows throughout the clergy
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| But nobody talks about it and the millequattro is not Year Zero
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| And now they hang me, hang me
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| Like a Bengal on New Year's Eve
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| A handful of ash will remain of me to throw into the Arno
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| You were lighting bonfires over there
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| You burned Beelzebub's books
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| It was better to put on
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| The coals of the barbecue!
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| You burn me for what I preach
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| It is an end that I do not deserve
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| You send the truth to ashes
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| Because I'm your heretic dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| Admit it I'm your heretical dream
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| Finally I am called as the river that baptized him
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| In whose name I was placed in dark places
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| Not furnished with feng shui
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| In the cell rejected because between faith and intellect
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| I chose the aforementioned
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| God gave me a brain
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| If I didn't use it I would disrespect him
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| And everything collapses like on the stock market
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| The speech in the vice
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| My beautiful burnt skin
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| The process? |
| Nice farce
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| Now I have to stop my mouth in the disenchantment out there
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| Let me live instead of making me a statue in Campo de 'Fiori
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| You burn me for what I preach
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| It is an end that I do not deserve
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| You send the truth to ashes
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| Because I'm your heretic dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| I am your heretical dream
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| Admit it I'm your heretical dream
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| Do we turn it on? |