| Walking nothing is going to stop us
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| Walking the best is yet to come
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| We walk without pause and without haste
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| With the patience of a false mother
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| It gives us courage, vigor and obsequence
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| The premise is insistence
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| We walk knowing the destination
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| To a triumphal step or casino
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| Will there be a legal or clandestine ending?
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| Only divine fire knows
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| With taken out without staying
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| Footstep without fear, without tangles
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| For us there is no closed door
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| It is known and with a key it is kicked open
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| Walking nothing is going to stop us
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| Walking the best is yet to come
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| Stepped on the past as Machado said
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| We are stubborn and pilgrims
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| walker there is no way
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| And if there is, it's complicated but
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| You can of course go the other way
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| Wanderers, campers
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| like the knight errant
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| We had to dance with the ugliest
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| Without dulcinea or rocinante
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| Never even with eyes in the back of our necks do we look back
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| Like fleeing alcatraz
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| No wig or costume
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| A spark or a shooting star lights us up
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| Walking nothing is going to stop us
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| Walking the best is yet to come
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| We go without fear of neither reaching nor falling
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| Building the way step by step
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| We don't even stop to find out what time it is
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| Not even if the poster says it wrong
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| Let's go with a firm step
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| we don't stay
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| We seek to be free
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| And that's why we walk
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| Walking nothing is going to stop us
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| Walking the best is yet to come |