One day I woke up and sold the cord in the square
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Refined gold from the mines of disgrace, sweaty
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With dust and smoke, but heavier
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For the associated value, a little undervalued
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For a handful of coins, I gave the fruit of stones
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Black roots, old arteries
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Asleep fermenting from so many ages
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Sustain from Rome and Thebes, from the blind offspring
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And who sees everything
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Take what flickers and walk away
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What shines is the landing of faith, of greed and the holy see
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Mass prays, praises Saints patrons, let there be virgins, priests, indulgences, donations
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More abundance in these summers
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We want to hear the clinking of wallets
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Octopus stretches its six tentacle, suction cup, is a barrier incubator
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Even if you don't want to, you are born controlled in a state bowed to the sacred agreement
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Hypocrisy, corruption and all well-assembled
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In a Mercedes clinging to any bro who has been naughty
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Or on the back of the proletariat
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Money shatters everything
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There is no purple or orange that corrupts your future
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There are those who use circular metal to control the caste
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Good luck with me mate wins spent plate
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It is the one who does not say enough is enough, who lets himself be carried away by the harmful snake
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That vanity drags, if life and stepmother
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Every saint prays for the paste, while the psalm drives away
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Liturgy, who knew, the one who preached it
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It was never the one who followed her
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And so the pier from the bottom to the well, capital eats breakfast, controls young man,
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you feel the carpenting of the animals
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You are washed on whims, until you forget you exist
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Someone wanted to show but you didn't see
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To suppress fears
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Toys were given to me
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To connect to this well of secrets
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Good suggestion Alfred
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You didn't know that I played until I discovered the secret
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To abuse without fear
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God does not exist and the answer is in the ball
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Your ganzas don't smoke me and the bottle doesn't control
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The syringe does not penetrate my stool skin
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Your whores don't appeal to me, I just go out and I go alone
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For those who take comfort from this
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I will never be submissive to the whim
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I use the mechanism to walk without a wheel on the floor
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But I rarely slide, I see the light and I persist |