| You ask me how it was
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| I harass the one I got
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| you stick your tongue in my head
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| In my thinking, in me something
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| And well, I'll let you assume that
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| I left my town
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| That I fled breaking the crude
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| Threshold like a terrified cougar
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| But I assure you that I do not
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| They have removed nothing
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| Since from this earth I do not
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| They will be able to separate
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| Well, how are they going to steal my
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| Volcano and its volcano
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| Divert from my soul the hole
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| Of the river with its estuary
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| Hack me in the landscape the tree
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| with its rigging
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| Kill me in the middle of the rude
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| Louse with his louse
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| Burn with a usual stove mi
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| Book and its livery
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| Join the yatagan with my pain
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| and your pain
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| Make water in temporary mi
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| Boat with your boot
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| Beat my spell retreat and
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| his conjuring
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| Vibrate the string of my solfeggio
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| with his solfa
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| You ask me how it was
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| I harass the one I got
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| You put your eye to look at the
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| station of my memory
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| And I well grant that in the end
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| they won the battle
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| What remains to be known is the result
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| From the war
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| But I confess that I don't
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| I missed a grain of pollen
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| Since from this earth I do not
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| They will be able to separate
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| Well, how are they going to exhaust my
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| Case with your house
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| Slim my neighborhood sack
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| with your plunder
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| Yoke my universal song of
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| Cricket in his shackle
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| empty my content
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| Araucano and its araucaria
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| Dig with funereal pleasure my
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| Tumbo with his grave
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| Slow down my turbulence
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| Gesta with your gesture
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| The shock of my hopefuls
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| With your hard wait
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| The baggage of exile is my
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| smoke suitcase
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| Since from this earth I do not
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| They will be able to separate |