How many words have been thrown behind us
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We sprinkled them a wide field
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We planted the seed and behold what grew
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We were fools, my Pinocchio
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We put our hands in other people's pockets
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Is it unrest to enter
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Brain on the pasture and suffer while you can
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There is hot blood under the skin
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It's not your fault or yours
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We didn't see any problems
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The storm came and swept us away
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We have nothing to steal
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When the dust settles
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I'll see clearly
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When the dust settles
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I guess it won't be too late
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When the dust settles
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The roads will be clean
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When he settles
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We will not be the same
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We drew maps on white handkerchiefs
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They danced with the green-yellow devils
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Trust the leaders, nice words
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Our eyes burned with tears and gunpowder
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We spent money, we spent love
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They were spent out of habit
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But when and then the payment comes
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Just calm down, don't panic
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It's not your fault or yours
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We didn't see any problems
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The storm came and swept us away
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We have nothing to steal
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Only fools, fools and maybe even fools have not seen it yet
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How our tickets fell
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They landed in a ditch from the highway
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They shook their heads
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They bled
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We fucked with our fame but she left us
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They cheated their luck, so she gave up
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We have given money to nothing and there is no way out
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And hunger is no longer for a handful of grain
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Nobody asks us
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Who cares more what we think
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Me and you
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Dull, we're the same
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Fools, who cheats on us
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And the story repeats itself, it's old to everyone
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And everyone already knows her
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If only something would happen
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No luck
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Wait for someone to save us but they won't
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Here in our region no one believes in anything
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For nothing all the years, let the new years live
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And we will raise them stupid
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Let them be ours
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It is important that they are friends, friends and pals
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We don't see any of that now
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Smoke in his eyes
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When the dust settles, it will come to us… |