| In the kingdom Fortuna Free Spirit
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| He’s naked in the world and spinning
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| Making fortunes out of misfortunes
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| And blasting all over this land
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| Breaking the souls and the ghosts of my country
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| Burning the spirits in the space in the cities
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| Leaving nothing for a new generation
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| And never with a change of heart
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| Well you come for action
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| Catch the wave
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| And chase the afterglow
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| I see the whole quid pro quo
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| Oh but the show must go on
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| Taking down all of my loving
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| And breaking up all of my living
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| Marching into towns and communities
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| Tearing up all of this land
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| Well you’re no soldier of fortune
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| In your kingdom Fortuna Free Spirit
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| Looting all the population
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| And you’re never gonna change your heart
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| Well you come for action
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| Catch the waves
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| And sell the undertow
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| I see the whole quid pro quo
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| Subtract compassion
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| I see the easy come easy go
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| Out the way
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| And go with the flow
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| No action
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| Catch the waves
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| And sail the undertow
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| I see the whole quid pro quo
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| Subject subtraction
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| Oversee the easy come easy go
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| Crash the walls
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| And sell the undergrowth
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| I know it’s all the know who you know
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| Take terrain
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| The whole quid pro quo
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| Oh but the show must go on |