There is a rumor that
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it is inside you and frees itself
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louder if you cry out your need for love,
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with all the voice there is
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You hear it on the streets
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and on the sidewalks,
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in the eyes of those who are hungry,
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of those who are no longer standing
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and does not tell you fairy tales
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but only wishes
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and it says what you carry inside you.
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From the open windows
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throws himself in the courtyards,
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lights up the darkness in the night
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running over the trains,
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flies free over the trees
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like a kite,
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in joy and tears
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you see around you.
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RIT .: It is the rumor that
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will be with you every time
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life is there
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and does not abandon you because
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it is the truest voice there is
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will live with you with the strength that
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she has inside herself and is never alone because
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never alone until
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it is the same voice that exists in the world.
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And it talks about the people
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folded in the sun
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inside the cotton fields
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she is black with sweat
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and when it reaches the soul
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becomes a song
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a large and interminable choir
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that screams in freedom.
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RIT .: It is the rumor that
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will be with you every time
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life is there
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and does not abandon you because
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it is the truest voice there is
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will live with you.
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Prisoner
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it's never
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she grows free inside and outside us,
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Chorus: it's more real
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black voice
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every time you shout
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with all the voice you have.
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RIT .: It is the rumor that
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will be with you every time
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life is there
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the truest voice there is shouts loudly inside me
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will live with you.
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With the strength that she has inside herself and she is never alone because
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never alone until
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it's the same voice
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that there is in the world. |