| There are fears that snuggle
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| Between one step and another
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| From the stairway that goes up
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| From your dreams to the sun
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| And they stalk you and they don't let you
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| that you choose your place
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There are doubts that mutilate us
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| and debts of the heart
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| There are days that hinder us
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| And «gods» that go from god
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| But there are voices that are not silent
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| If you know how to listen
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| They are the cries of your people
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| that encourage you to fight
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| And you will see that in life you have to suffer
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| And you will see that in life you have to fight
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| And in the end if you are strong you will win
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| Always have a friend close
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| And the enemy on your par
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| To learn how you think
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| And when I act react
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| The betrayals that kill well
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| They are made with love
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| And there is no more serious thrust
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| Than the steel of a voice
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| And you will see that in life you have to suffer
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| And you will see that in life you have to fight
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| And in the end if you are strong you will win
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| And the sweat of your brow will quench
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| Your thirst to have dreams and live
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| And life will be your biggest rival
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There is nothing left but to fight
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| There are fears that snuggle
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| If your voice shelters them |