The children are embarrassing us of the restlessness because
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We challenge loves and loneliness we believe God but where is he
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Those children we who are transformed
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Distracted others do not notice
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Certain that this reality will not change us
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Children of what children of those who do not massacre us like this
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Lying on the walls among the hardest silences
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Let's imagine a future that we will do with you
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Children of what children of those born of distractions yes
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Children of those who want to give us love
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Of those who try to understand and make mistakes with us
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So you find us standing in fast-food restaurants
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Or to fight because we run after habits
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When there is no boredom
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Making love in cars with all the windows fogging up
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Do not depend on me commit me to live
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Children of what children of those who do not massacre us like this
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Children of insults we pretend to be more adults
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We are sometimes violent out of fear or who knows
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Children of what children of those who do not keep us like this
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We need to invent to do
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Escape and perhaps come back to us
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Who says we are lost that we are different
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The world is here and wonders why it can't believe in me
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Stop with me
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Children of what children of those who do not massacre us like this
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Do not give us behind the wasted eyes
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Among the crowded thoughts there is also room for you
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Children of what children of those born of distractions yes
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But we are the ones that have been so rediscovered and desired
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Yes, but whose children
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Children of what children of those who do not massacre us like this
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Lying on the walls among the hardest silences
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Let's imagine a future that we will do with you
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Children of what children of those born of distractions yes
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Children of those who want to give us the love of those who try to understand
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And to be wrong with us |