You've been the devil for a long time
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Settled on the threshold, the land of Serbia
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No one alive remembers so many accidents
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For one vizier
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Neighbors around you
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They raise the walls of food and contempt
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Well, that hasn't happened yet
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Crazy people are happy, and others are ashamed
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Black chronicles and accordions
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Small rock & roll
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Fairy tales that in the end the best remain
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They don't pass anymore
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On the dark side of the globe
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It is better to see that the Best are leaving
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Toronto sidewalks, front-colored eyes
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The password of all of us
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What does the story come down to? |
Slogans of freedom
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Walkers? |
Poor support
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Isn’t that a head-letter, either we are or we’re not?
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This heart drums eternal tam-tam resistance:
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Live freely
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The world is roaring
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Decorated with falcon feathers
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For a spell against shackles
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Live freely
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Conquer with a song
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Your discipline is in every city
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Where someone is happy for you
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Try the south like a grape
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From the palm of the Virgin
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Lick with that iron
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To which boat connection
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Listen to the winds howling
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In the white steppe ash
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Protect the water that will be
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Genes saved in you
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But as soon as it is mentioned
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Phantom changes, helmets on
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Sorry old man, they shut up
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As soon as the bosses shouted
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Children resist
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To wean born fathers from lies
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What will happen in the end?
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Travelers to Sydney, come on, exit this and that…
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As long as he drives us
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The evil wizard of Oz?
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As long as that stupid joker
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"Shut up, it's good!" |
'It's not!'
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And read the spoils to gather
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Well, they can't buy you
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To count your youth as a small change
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There is a new estuary every morning
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It flows like a river
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Let the thorns weave thicker
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The sky is your shortcut
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And crush fake diamonds
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Like the shell of a hollow orch
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Let the boulevards of the world remember
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The music of your footsteps |