| With the fist of life pressed between the lips
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| The cloudy and cold look, a little slow to walk
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| She turned the corner of the neighborhood and, already thick with memories
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| Like pouring out a poison this was heard to accuse
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| Old street in my neighborhood where I took the first step
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| I return to you, spent the deck in useless shuffling
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| With a sore on my chest, with my dream shattered
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| That she broke into a hug to give me the truth
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| I learned all the bad, I learned all the good
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| I know about the kiss that is bought, I know about the kiss that is given;
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| Of the friend who is a friend, as long as it suits him
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| And I know that with a lot of money one is worth much more
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| I learned that in this life you have to cry if others cry
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| And, if the murga laughs, you have to know how to laugh;
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| Do not think even wrong... Why, if you live the same!
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| And besides, you run the risk of being baptized as a gil!
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| The time I wanted to be good to the face they laughed at me;
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| When I shouted an injustice, force silenced me;
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| The experience was my lover; |
| disappointment, my friend...
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| Every card has against and every against is given!
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| Today I don't even believe in myself. Everything is a group, everything is false
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| And the one, the one who is higher, is equal to the others...
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| Therefore, you should not be surprised, if some night, drunk
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| You saw me walk arm in arm with who I shouldn't walk |