This is for those who live it without expectations, for those who survive
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For those who are in the shit and laugh it off, for those who decide
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That life is one and must be lived to the fullest
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For those who smile at the world while asking for the bill
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For those who pay twice, for those who haven't paid
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For those who have taken their revenge and are only now satisfied
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For those who live every day as if it were the last
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He doesn't fall asleep waiting for the next nightmare
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For those who wake up early in the morning before the sun
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In agony of pre-layoff factory
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He gets intoxicated in the gray and knows that every sacrifice
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Human remains in vain, if he is left with nothing in his hand
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For those looking for work and for those who invent it
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For those looking for love and for those who scare it
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For those who pretend not to mind
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He suffers in silence and remains alone among his people
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RET
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I'm still thinking about ... what you give and what you take
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I'm still sinning… mother forgive, father understand
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I'm still struggling... in the midst of indifference
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I'm still travelling, yes but I only see the starting point
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For those who have studied a lifetime and then find themselves emigrate |
From a country that his children are unable to exploit
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For those who stay, without studying
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He's on the road and faces his daily exam
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For those thirsty for those hungry for those who are antisocial
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For those seeking strength above a hospital bed
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For what it's worth, life flows on the pavement
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Challenge fate since you were born until you are breathless
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For those who act confident and suffer from panic
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For those who don't think about the future, there is no atavistic need
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Of a generation that comes to come to terms with its past
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Balaclava for clashes with the ungrateful present
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For those who spend the night, barrel of coke and gas
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Connected to the wi-fi world but closed inside the house
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In a country that sleeps but doesn't dream of the kingdom of Italy
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We have to cast our heart beyond infamy
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RET
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Souls made of flesh
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They shed tears made of blood
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For every mother that a child cries
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For every child that a dream shatters
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For those who believe in it, for those who don't give in
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Heart that hurts if the eye does not see
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For those who speak to you about faith, I do not have faith
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Of holiness but ultra mentality
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For those who throw life into an envelope |
Those who shoot and collapse afterwards
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Who waits for tomorrow to pass
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Who drinks, who smokes, who rolls and who passes
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Who dances under the crate ...
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... and he says enough |