| Back home this time it did not work
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| We saw chains being broken
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| Today the executioner swallowed his vocation
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| Death was very near
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| He wanted screaming and he failed
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| Reality sentenced him
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| Rage and pain in his heart
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| A crime he did not commit
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| Five years in the death row
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| Nearly at the end he could breathe
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| He is hispanic, even worst if you are black
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| Your life is their reward
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| Like the hyenas on Neron’s Rome
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| Who’s to die dispise you
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| Second time, start again
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| Somebody bought his salvation
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| There’s no better show in television
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| They gotta search, and they will find
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| Someone to blame and to kill
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| That society gave them power
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| You should not cry,
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| show your pride
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| You are not alone
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| We’re going high,
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| you mustn’t shut up With left hand
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| We gotta fight
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| (Music & Lyrics: Jerónimo Ramiro) |