To those who fight with clenched fists against a concrete wall
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And he is convinced that if he insists he will fall sooner or later
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Who was born a man but feels like a woman
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And he cares about the thinking of society
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To those who know that tomorrow is another day and will be able to live
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To those who still have a little blood in their veins and are alive
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To those who speak well but have not studied
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Who laughs now and was drug addicted before
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To my brother looking for himself
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To those who have never yielded to compromise
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To those who come back changed from a long journey
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To those who want a child but have no courage
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To my love that gives me hope
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Because she is all the world in a small room
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To those who do not want to learn
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But by accepting himself he tries to improve
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To those who lie by first passing from the heart
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Because sometimes a lie can avoid the pain
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To those who know that tomorrow is another day and will be able to live
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To those who still have a little blood in their veins and are alive
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And it lives
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To my childhood dreams that I didn't realize
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To those who have closed forever with their past
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To those who really want to change things
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To those who have had more thorns than roses from life
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To all those who love me
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To all those who want me badly
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To whoever judges himself before his neighbor
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And to those who cry alone because he did not give his best
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To those who shut up but would have so much to say
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To those who as soon as they stop, already want to leave
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To those who know that tomorrow is another day and will be able to live
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To those who still have a little blood in their veins
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To those who know that tomorrow is another day and will be able to live
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To those who still have a little blood in their veins and are alive
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And it lives
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And it lives
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And it lives |