I saw him pass by the corner of the old neighborhood
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With the tumbao that handsome men have when walking
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Hands always in the pockets of his coat
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So that they do not know in which of them he carries the dagger
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Wear a wide-brimmed, half-round hat
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And slippers for if there are problems to fly out
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Dark glasses so they don't know what you're looking at
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And a gold tooth that shines when he laughs
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About three blocks from that corner a woman
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She walks the entire sidewalk for the fifth time
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And in a hall she enters and takes a drink to forget
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That the day is lazy and there are no clients to work
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A car passes very slowly down the avenue
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He has no marks but everyone knows he is a police officer
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Pedro Navaja and the gold tooth shines again
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As he walks he looks from corner to corner
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Not a soul is seen, the entire avenue is deserted
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When suddenly that woman comes out of the hall
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And Pedro Navaja squeezes a fist inside his coat
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He looks to one side he looks to the other and he doesn't see anyone
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And on the run but without noise she crosses the street
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And meanwhile on the other sidewalk is that woman
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Grumbling because she did not make pesos with which to eat
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While walking from the old coat that woman takes out a revolver
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She was going to keep it in her bag so she wouldn't get in the way
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One thirty-eight smith and wesson from the special
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That she carries on top to free her from all evil
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And Pedro Navaja, dagger in hand, went over the top
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The gold tooth was lighting up all the avenue "easy stew"
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While he laughed the dagger she plunged him without compassion
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When suddenly she rang a shot like a cannon
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And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw that woman
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That revolver in hand and of wounded death he told him
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I thought today is not my day, I'm out
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But Pedro Navaja, you're worse, you're not in anything
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And believe me people that although there was noise nobody came out
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There were no onlookers, there were no questions, no one cried
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Just a drunk with the two dead tripped
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He took the revolver, the dagger, the pesos and left
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And stumbling he left singing out of tune
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The choir that I brought you here and my song gives the message
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Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises, oh god!
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Pedro Navaja corner thief
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Who kills iron to iron ends
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The life give you …
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Maleante fisherman for the hook that you threw
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Instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark
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I like to live in America
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The life give you …
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Eight million stories has the city of New York
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The life give you …
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As my grandmother used to say, the one who laughs last laughs best
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I like to live in America
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The life give you
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When destiny sends it, not even the bravest changes it
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If you were born for a hammer from heaven, the nails will fall on you
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The life give you …
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In handsome neighborhood care on the sidewalk
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Take care camera that the one who does not run flies
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The life give you …
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Like in a Kafka novel
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The drunk turned down the alley |