| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| God writes freehand
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| There are no bad guys, but neither are the good ones
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| There are only the reasons
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| How an honest man becomes a thief the question is
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| What is it that he has changed?
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| Hunger is the only necessary ingredient
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| For any worker, recipes of a precarious
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| And he knows who is in shit, misery is not accepted
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| It becomes strong and accentuated, it becomes poverty
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| The crisis only accentuates dignity, it makes a difference
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| That's why he has a toy gun in his pocket
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| As you turn the corner towards the bank
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| BNL Paribas, and he misses every step forward
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| But he pulls himself together and breathes as he crosses the threshold
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| Courage and fear are the same
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| There are no bad guys, but neither are the good ones
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| There are only the reasons
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| Like a cop who wonders in front of a thief if he is really well paid
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| Risk is the only calculated ingredient
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| The boss always says so at the meetings at the end of the year
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| And while he hears "face down, this is a robbery, hurry up"
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| He takes out the Beretta
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| He comes out of the bathroom and slalom between the people lying down
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| Attorney's cases and shopping bags
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| With the weapon in hand
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| He curses the day they picked him for that bank
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| BNL Paribas, and he misses every step forward
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| But he braces himself and breathes as he approaches
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| Courage and fear are the medicine
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| There is no right or wrong
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| They both think so, each with his gun in hand
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| Destiny lines us up, life crumbles us
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| God writes freehand, he doesn't follow a rule
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| And while the shot starts, the whole air stops
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| One stays up and the other ends up on the ground
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| We are slaves of necessity
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| Victims of heroic everyday life
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand
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| One takes off, the other falls to the ground, like a physical law
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| It is the nature of man, the mother of hatred, God writes freehand |