| because they are afraid
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| because they are all there
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| Why do they ask me questions
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| Because they are in "good vibes"
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| Because they dance and howl like gringos
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| because they ask for one more
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| Because they run their tongues through my mud
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| Because they don't have blood in their hearts
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| because they give the can
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| because they are cold
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| Why do they ask for a circus?
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| Because they suffer out of habit
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| Because they bother us and don't leave us alone
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| because they are not worthy
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| Why are you asking please?
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| Because everyone lives thinking
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| the same shit
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| Because they are playing the big monkey
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| Because they ask for things they don't want
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| And they make something stupid of what is beautiful
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| Because they think they have a right to something
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| that is not made of cardboard
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| generation of shit
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| why do you bother me
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| because you make me sweat
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| why do you talk to me
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| Because you think you know who I am
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| Because you say you love me
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| And you don't understand half of what I say
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| And then you go and dress up
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| And sometimes I need to believe in you
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| I need to believe in you
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| generation of shit
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| You're stealing from your old folks' house
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| To be able to buy some rubber bands
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| While you remember that you studied
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| At the Grange School
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| You have to pay me to be able to dance
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| You have to pay me or you go to the crest
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| With your desire to see the only
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| what is worth seeing
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| You applaud us because you think we are avant-garde
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| But when the town applauds you will tear yourself away
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| And your parents have a mansion in Vitacura
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| And you are going to egg Matucana
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| You cry poverty and play
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| To the one persecuted by society
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| Oh no… yet another artist…
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| He approaches me… and wants to congratulate me…
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| you say you love me
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| And you don't understand what I'm saying…Hey…
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| And you go and dress up
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| And sometimes I need to believe in you...
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| generation of shit |