La-ia, la-ia, la-ia
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La-ia, la-ia, la-ia
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La-ia, la-ia, la-ia
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La-ia, la-ia, la-ia
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The sweet smell of rue
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I think of Calm Buddha
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Tense, I seek help, sometimes the Psalm comes to me
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Take away the vision that deceives, it's like an ophthalmologist
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And I, who see beyond a span
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For me, you, Ubuntu, something almo
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If you are to believe in a land
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Just in what we're seeing memo'
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Summary of the plan is low, small and mundane
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Dirty, Hell and Poison
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Cold, winter and serene
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Repression and regression
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It's a luxury to be calm and life heats up
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I try to read souls beyond pressure
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Nations on the slope in the hand of this Barabbas
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Where the miracle lies
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It only proves the urgency of books in the face of the damage that a sage does
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Immersed in greedy debt
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No idea of what gifts are
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In a time where the only ones that still run free here are our tears
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And I came back to kill like a heart attack
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Then make it reborn, childbirth style
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I redo myself, fed up, discard
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Standing on the floor, common man
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If the blessing comes to me, I share
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I invade a cell, room, bedroom
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I rode the globe, today I'm sure
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Of everybody is a
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And everything, everything, everything, everything we have is us
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Everything, everything, everything we have is
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Everything, everything, everything we have is us
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Everything, everything, everything we have is
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All, all, all, all we have is us
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Everything, everything, everything we have is
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Everything, everything, everything we have is us
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Everything, everything, everything we have is
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Shut up the tiredness, remake the loop
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Offer a warm hug
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Music is just a seed
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A smile is still the only language that everyone understands
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Shut up the tiredness, remake the loop
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Offer a warm hug
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Music is just a seed
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A smile is still the only language that everyone understands
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(Uncle, people are meant to be kind)
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Like a sunflower, my eye seeks the sun
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Bro, believe that hate is the solution
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It's being a fishhook sommelier
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Drifting boat without headlight
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No sign of aurora borealis
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My voice cuts through the night like a nightingale
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In the focus of putting love in the hall
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Everything that beats is a drum
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Every drum comes from there
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If the heart is the lord, everything is Africa
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Did you put into practice this tactic, math, phallus?
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As long as the earth is not free, neither am I
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As an ancestor of those to come, I will
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And singing with the girl while I germinate love
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It's empirical, half dreamlike
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Half Kiriku, my spirit
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Want me to take away the pain from you
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It's a thousand volts to discharge from so much fighting
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Dagger that rips with brute force
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God, why is life so bitter?
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In the land that is home to sugarcane
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And this overload frustrates the ghetto
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Embargoes and scares to be suspicious
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Refill I put, it's just like Jesus
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In the path of light, everyone is black
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Love because…
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It shows that time is king
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Live now, there is no later
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To be a temple of peace, like a pier that prevails in bad conditions
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It's one-two, one-two, away from playboy
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As a monk you are, source as suns
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On the front without oxen, strong like us
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Remember Street is Nóiz
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Everything, everything, everything we have is us
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(All, all, all, all we have is us)
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Everything, everything, absolutely everything
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(All, all, all we have is us)
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All we have is this: each other
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(All, all, all, all we have is us)
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All we have is each other
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(All, all, all, all we have is us)
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All
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I see life pass in an instant
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Is it enough time I have to live?
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I don't know, I can't know
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Who holds tomorrow in their hand?
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There is no one who can add a millimeter to each station
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So will it all be in vain? |
banal? |
With no reason?
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It would be… Yes, it would be, if it wasn't for love
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love cares with affection
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Breathe the other, create the link
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The link of all the colors
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They say love is yellow
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It's right in the uncertainty
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Help in the middle of the stream
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As simple as a grain of sand
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Confuses the powerful at every moment
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Love is decision, attitude
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much more than feeling
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Breath, bonfire, dawn
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Love forgives the unforgivable
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Rescues the dignity of the being
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it's spiritual
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As carnal as angelic
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Not in dogma or stuck in a religion
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It's as old as eternity
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love is spirituality
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Latent, potent, black, poetry
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A shoulder in the quiet night
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A lap to start the day
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Son, hug your mother
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Father forgive your son
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peace is repair
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fruit of peace
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Peace is not built with a shot
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But I look, from the front
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My fragility
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I don't have the protection bubble
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I wanted to keep everything I love
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In the castle of my imagination
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But I see life go by in an instant
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Is it enough time I have to live?
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I don't know, I can't know
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But as long as there is love, I will change the course of life
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I will make an altar for communion
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In it, I will be one with the world until I see
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The Ubuntu of emancipation
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Because I discovered the secret that makes me human
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The link is no longer lost
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Love is the secret of everything
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And I paint everything in yellow |