| There are two men in me, enemies of each other
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| The fool against the king, Judas against the apostle
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| Rage in fists and heart in hand
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| Today Mister Hyde, Doctor Jeckyll tomorrow
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| I have against me the dream and for me the revolt
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| I got peace on my lips and my fingers on a Colt
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| I play forbidden poker with women
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| But I would lose my soul to win a friend
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| I play forbidden poker with women
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| But I would lose my soul to win a friend
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| My body fights and my heart dances
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| I am patience and passion
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| Between violin and violence
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| Between violence and violin
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| I come from weird streets where electric guitars
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| Colored my memory with dreams of America
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| I was floating on the Atlantic, from Fender to Gibson
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| I was riding mechanics without a Harley Davidson
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| And I was going to "Las Vegas", the devil was sixteen
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| But to the school across the street, the kid's a kid
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| I was going to the end of my street like the end of life
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| And I had known everything without having learned anything
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| I was going to the end of my street like the end of life
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| And I had known everything without having learned anything
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| My body fights and my heart dances
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| I am patience and passion
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| Between violin and violence
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| Yes, between violence and violin
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| There are two men in me, one takes and one gives
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| One condemns the one to whom the other forgives
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| I came alive, court side, one morning
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| And I hope to come out alive, garden side
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| I came alive, court side, one morning
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| And I hope to come out alive, garden side
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| My body fights and my heart dances
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| I am patience and passion
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| Between violin and violence
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| Between violence and violin
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| My body fights and my heart dances
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| I am patience and passion
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| Between violin and violence
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| Between violence and violin |