So in the perfect attitude where
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the sun toasts and the rain refreshes
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from sunrise to sunset
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It is an ideal environment to sweat all bad
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and I was born in a grateful land where
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almost everything you throw at it grows
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and I can say that on the island
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even the one who has nothing
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it can be fed here in the land of poets
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he who does not know it invents it
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we are simple people with tools
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no there is no doubt about our ability
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and I can't stand the idea that
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let's always fall with your strategy
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no more
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you dress in benevolence but
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you are not to give, you are to hoard
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And I'm not going anymore no I'm not interested
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your so-called federal aid no I'm not interested it's not real
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your war no no no I'm not interested
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It's just an excuse to conquer without looking bad
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I am not interested in your idea of development
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I'm not interested
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I say I'm an islander and that's not my thing
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I'm not interested noo
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your wealth no no no I'm not interested
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because it is based on material lust and nothing cultural
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I'm not interested noo
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Today on the entire island
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family businesses go bankrupt
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we buy everything in mega stores
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that grow from exploiting natives
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Malaysia and in Mongolia
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nor in Taiwan, which is already the most notorious
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make fun of the workmanship
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that doesn't even pay that here borders on the immoral
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of course nothing matters if it happens far from home
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away from your luxury car
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your mega viewer and your social position
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But I'm not going anymore
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I'm not interested
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your culture in fast food no i'm not interested
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It's not real if they don't feed no no no I'm not interested
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with ingredients you can't even pronounce
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I'm not interested noo
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your speech is absurd
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I'm not interested
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Even if yours applaud you, I don't believe in you. I'm not interested in being like that.
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inhuman a worm
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I'm not interested
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be like you living without the common respect
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I'm not interested
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noo ahhh
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culture never wavers
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and we are not a flag of any party
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we come to speak clearly wherever
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it is to resist or give them nola to cook
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and not nothing to see do not believe
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a thousand dreams of revolution we have left
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they are one hundred and seven years of strategy
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but who guided us taught us to dream
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and nothing, nothing, nothing about you interests me
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I do not believe in you or in your intention
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nothing of you interests me
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nor your wealth
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no no not even your war
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I'm not interested
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we dream another level |