| I have not been to hell, nor to Eden
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| Sometimes I'm wrong and suddenly I'm fine
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| Hundred clans drug the harem
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| All day sun, every kilometer a speed bump
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| Back in that car, dogs on the train
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| You are not Penelope, nor am I Javier Bardem
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| Blue or green; |
| to the cops that they give them
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| Hey, and instead of oil, butter in the pan
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| Corrupt politicians
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| Your grandchildren will pay for those insults, their pardons
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| It's hard to hide the bulge, soft and rough
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| I train, while I watch the fruit ripen
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| I do not fear the executioner nor the lord
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| But yes to religions and lack of love
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| I'm a lonely guy, I walk away from pain
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| I'm looking for fat rhymes, not to be the best
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her colored eyes...
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| Living our history; |
| if there is someone who hates you next to you
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| More than a tragedy, that's a parody
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| I set the tempo on loss or win
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| Coming home late, short of memory
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| From gigs to the salon with the yoke of the boss
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| For not studying or dealing in weapons like a Bourbon would do
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| Journalists cheat for the good of the nation
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| Here fools like El Dioni got up a van
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| Work and get up early, they went with a plan
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| And they ended up being some drunks sampling funk
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| Before begging for bread, I prefer to steal
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| I mean, bombs in Atocha because of Aznar's armored car
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| Winning or losing doesn't matter, that's going to hurt
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| If I don't remember what it's like to come back, I pick up the string
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| If you're not rich and handsome bro, they're going to fuck you
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| Beware of biting the poisoned hand that feeds
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her sky-colored eyes
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| It reflects peace, war, love and terror
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| In her colored eyes... |