It's a generation of blind people who understand each other by signs
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Accustomed to shades of gray are afraid of colors
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We are all chiori
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I'm trying to get out of the shadows
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I see the world differently, I'm just a danger
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I paint words, sounds, with a broken brush
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Voices from the pictures scream, who listens to them ?!
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I paint with clouds, in the sky with the sun
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I paint with rain, frost, snow
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I paint garbage on a flower
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War on peoples
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I'm eating mud on you both
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I paint axes in the hands of brothers and I erase color
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I paint a tumor on my body
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I paint with wounds with salt
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Nuclear warheads
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I paint bars and walls around straight people
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And fog in the minds of clever boys
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I paint you when you drink
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And hide your skeletons in the closet
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Abandon the mountains in the distance, to sit at the foot
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Good people, empty-minded
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With clenched teeth, screaming abdominal pain
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I tattoo dramas on bare bodies
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And I write criminal cases in the criminal record
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I'm tattooing your barcode
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And I'm telling you, it's not like that
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Or bury you with question marks
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If you insist
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I paint oil smoke in the views
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And perverse politicians without stopping
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Mortars in schools, bombers, diseases
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You'll see them when you get up
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It's a generation of blind people who understand each other by signs
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Accustomed to shades of gray are afraid of colors
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We are all chiori
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I'm trying to get out of the shadows
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I see the world differently, I'm just a danger
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Color your life
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Why do you paint it blue?
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Why do you put red in your eyes and black in your mind?
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Purple in the eyes and gray in the soul
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Black on the face like Black Bunget
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Why do you paint your youth in autumn colors?
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And do you stain your beauty in oils?
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And goa thickens thick lines
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Hide your tenderness
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Suffocate your suppleness
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Draw bitter outlines
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Old movies veiled in the sun call you dark
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Scribble with the blind
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You get angry when you sit at the table with the crows
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You don't talk when you sit at the table
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That the masses have no ears for you
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Only for full plates, fine make-up
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On petty faces
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Masks of veils of foreign companies
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The man in you is hiding
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And you do a good job, now I recognize you
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You are another stupid painter who paints a world upside down
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And forget about the baby
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With a brush in his hand and paint everything pink
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It's a generation of blind people who understand each other by signs
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Accustomed to shades of gray are afraid of colors
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We are all chiori
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I'm trying to get out of the shadows
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I see the world differently, I'm just a danger
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Do you see what I see?
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Or do you still think I'm kidding?
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There are bloodstains on his collars, bro
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Likewise, time passes on Tissot watches
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Tick, tick, tick
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Time passed and he did nothing
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The wheel of the world breaks, it has a little more
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The wheel of the world is spinning, it's a wheel of dric
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Tick, tick, tick |