| To the patera, he will grab
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| on the other shore, they swore freedom
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| to die by drowning doesn't matter and to climb in exchange for a chance
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| What does garbage matter?
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| if it doesn't splash me
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| what does it matter if there are wasps
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| yes they don't sting me
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| What does it matter if in the world
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| the wounds do not close
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| if in my house I have the bonfire always lit
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| -chorus encore-
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| that in this ball of earth
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| there is, there is, haah
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| many people, but few people
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| many doors, but no one looks out
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| a lot of ego, and a little patience
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| we want to fix everything with violence
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| and when i turn on the tv
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| there are some eyes that look at me with pain
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| black boy and question
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| that he repeats to me because I eat bread and he doesn't
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| and why do I have so much water,
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| and he doesn't
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| and because I have medicines,
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| and he doesn't
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| and I have blankets to cover myself
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| and he doesn't
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| and I have a roof for the rain
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| and the no, and the no, and the noo
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| -chorus encore-
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| that in this ball of earth
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| there is, there is, haah
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| many people, but few people
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| many doors, but no one looks out
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| a lot of ego, and a little patience
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| we want to fix everything with violence
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| and a little plane, and a bombardment
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| and the one who forms it only moves one finger
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| force wins and no, not reason
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| neither fixes anything and both cause pain
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| pain, but your calm brother that doesn't happen at all, stay comfortable and sit on your sofa while there is plenty of pain in the world
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| many people, but few people
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| many doors, but no one looks out
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| a lot of ego, and a little patience
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| we want to fix everything with violence… |