I'm not a man, I'm not straight
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I am not Afro, nor Spanish, nor atheist
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I am not what you see, nor am I what I try to make you believe
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I'm a mind the fight... I'm a ruckus
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I am the contradiction when I want to do something and I don't
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And then I regret it and I get angry
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I am the promise that: «From now on you will see»
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And I really believe it… until I screw it up
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I'm a bunch of well-intentioned people, I swear, and I recycle...
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And I take care of my people, and I care
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But I also have my dark spot
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And there are things I don't want to share because I don't want to. |
are my business
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What served you is not superfluous
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It can be used if you transform it and give it another use
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I have a bucket for packaging and another for dislikes
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With one I take care of my health, with the other my world...
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I am what I show and what I hide
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I am a child who is forced to be an adult
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I don't know who invented that over the years
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But I don't get old, I discover myself
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And I realized that there are as many lives out there as there are ideas in here
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That time turns tragedies into memories;
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That when I learn it is not from the experience itself but from the moment
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Catch me willing and open
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Sometimes I am, sometimes I am not…
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What I have left over I don't throw away, I recycle it
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And I am and I am not…
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And I am changing along the way, because…
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…I am and I am not…
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Like everyone I'm also looking for my place
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And I am and I am not…
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Am…
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And… … I'm not that weird
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If a lot of people understand me it will be because it is normal to feel strange
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I don't like being labeled, I'm more complicated
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That any sign that they have placed on me
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I have been in toxic relationships I have poisoned myself
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Of hate, but also of love, of success and failure
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And all poisons are just as bad
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As much as some are sweeter and others more bitter. |
Equal
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There is no poetry in suffering
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Although you see that I can describe the ugly with a beautiful text
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There is no poetry in torment
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Nor is there poetry in the existential slump that gives me from time to time, but...
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Yes, sometimes you learn in that process
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And you meet great people and you get to know each other
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And you think you are understanding better what is going into the game
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Until one day you think you don't and then you do and that's how you grow...
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It sounds contradictory but it is true:
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With every piece I lose I feel more whole
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I don't know what it is that I have left inside
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But it must be the good, the important thing. |
I hope
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Before, I was envious of confident people
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Now it gives me distrust and a little anguish
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The prospect of living a whole life without changing
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The truth is that it scares me because…
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Sometimes I am… sometimes I am not…
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What I have left over I don't throw away, I recycle it
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And I am and I am not…
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And I keep changing along the way because…
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I am and I am not…
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Like everyone I'm also looking for my place
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And I am and I am not…
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Am… |