| Better cross yourself before you leave your home
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| Don forget to carry your I.D.
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| Anytime you walk the streets in Salvador
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| You can tell what kind of eyes you meet
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| Cus when night comes
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| they’ll hunt you down
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| they’ll take your life and leave you to be found
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| No one can protect your life in Salvador
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| Judges that condem you have no names
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| could it be that gentleman that lives next door
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| or the guy who goes with you to work.
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| (?)what men can walk and sing the way you
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| They can tell a joke and smile at girls
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| Men who kill have heroes who play soccer too
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| And argue with their kids about the world
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| But right or wrong
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| They’ll hunt you down
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| and then go home to sleep next to the gun
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| No one can protect your life in Salvador
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| Judges that condem you have no names
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| Could it be the gentleman that lives next door
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| Or the guy that goes with you to work.
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| In a country where all faces look the same
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| When your best friend dissapears who’s to be blamed
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| Think they know in Rome what’s going on
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| Think the pope knows
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| Then when night comes
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| they hunt us down
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| and take our lives
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| and leaves us to be found
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| Salvador, wolfman come out
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| Show the moon our heads covered with blood
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| Nothing can protect your life in Salvador
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| Judges that condem you have no names
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| Could it be that gentleman that lives next door?
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| Or the guy who goes with you to work
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| You don’t know, I don’t know
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| Nothing can protect your life in Salvador
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| Judges that condem you have no names
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| Could it be, could it be the gentleman that lives next door?
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| Or the friend who rides with you to work |