| Lies in the days lies in the years
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| In times of silence and loneliness
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| Lies in neighborhoods, squares and markets
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| To the future of the peoples and the people of the countryside
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| Lies to young people, workers and students
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| To his struggles and the old militiamen
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| Lies to prisoners and reprisals
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| And to the hopes of those shot
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| Everything was a lie in the land of the hypocrites
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| Until the truth exploded in their hands
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| They made choices and overthrew her
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| And the big lie started again
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| Breaking the wall of the lies of his world
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| We will open new cracks where illusions grow
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| Sawing the ropes that imprison your heart
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| We will cut to the movement that the songs are shot
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| And here we are, here we are, and we go on and on
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| Fighting hypocrisy and igniting emotions
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| And here we are, here we are, and we go on and on
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| Always attacking the lies of his world head on
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| Lies of wars lies of the dead
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| In history books and on television
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| Lies of languages, flags and names
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| They lied to the people they lied to the world
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| Lies in the accounts of the town councils
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| And in the big seats in their parliaments
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| Lies in the form of urbanizations
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| And luxury chalets between golf courses
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| Everything was a lie in the land of the hypocrites
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| Until the truth exploded in their hands
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| They made choices and overthrew her
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| And the big lie started again
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| Breaking the wall of the lies of his world
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| We will open new cracks where illusions grow
|
| Sawing the ropes that imprison your heart
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| We will cut to the movement that the songs are shot
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| And here we are, here we are, and we go on and on
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| Fighting hypocrisy and igniting emotions
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| And here we are, here we are, and we go on and on
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| Always attacking the lies of his world head on |