| In the city of black cats
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| Nothing looks like what it looks like
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| The dogs now meow dancing to the samba de Jerez
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| In the city of black cats
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| The selfish gives everything
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| The butcher sells sardines
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| Planes go by sea
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| And it is what has to be afraid
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| And see it all upside down
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| Daydreaming
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| And paint without a brush
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| He who calms rage with fire
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| The one who laughs because he cries
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| The one who feels skin deep
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| And at night all cats are brown
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| They make fun of the stranger who wants to have them
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| In the city of black cats
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| He who cries laughs at the same time
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| And the one who sings his evil about him does not scare
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| The one who wins loses again
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| In the city of black cats
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| The sailors go hunting
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| They jump into the water with soda and lock up their freedom
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| It is what has to be afraid
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| And see it all upside down
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| Daydreaming
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| And paint without a brush
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| He who calms rage with fire
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| The one who laughs because he cries
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| The one who feels skin deep
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| And at night all cats are brown
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| They make fun of the stranger who wants to have them
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| Flip it over and spin it
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| That what seems only be ephemeral
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| Turn around and live it
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| Do it your way to make it comfortable for you
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| And we are what we are, yeah
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| But not always
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| we change everything
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| will not be so eloquent
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| What we are yes, and only sometimes
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| Do not let them to tell you
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| And it is what has to be afraid
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| And see it all upside down
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| Daydreaming
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| And paint without a brush
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| He who calms rage with fire
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| The one who laughs because he cries
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| The one who feels skin deep
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| And at night all cats are brown
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| They make fun of the stranger who wants to have them |