| Return to a land called «Paraiso»
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| A place where a dying river ends
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| No birds dare fly over Paraiso
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| No space allows them to endure
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| The smoke that screens the air
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| The grass that’s never there
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| And if I could see a single bird
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| What a joy!
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| I try to wrire some words and create
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| A single song to be heard
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| By the rest of the world
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| I live in this land called Paraiso
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| In a house made of cardboard floors and walls
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| I learned to be free in Paraiso
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| Free to claim anything I see
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| Matching rags for my clothes
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| Plastic bags for the cold
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| And if empty cans were all I have
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| What a joy
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| I never fight to take someone else’s coins
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| And live with fear
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| Like the rest of the boys
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| Paraiso
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| Help me make a stand
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| Paraiso
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| Take me by the hand
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| Paraiso
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| Make the world understand
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| That if I could see a single bird
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| What a joy!
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| This tired and hungry land could expect
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| Some truth and hope and respect
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| From the rest of the world
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| And if empty cans were all I have
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| What a joy!
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| I never fight to take someone else’s coins
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| And live with fear
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| Like the rest of the boys |
| Paraiso
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| Help me make a stand
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| Paraiso
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| Take me by the hand
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| Paraiso
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| Make the world understand
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| That if I could see a single bird
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| What a joy!
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| This tired and hungry land could expect
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| Some truth and hope and respect
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| From the rest of the world
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| Paraiso
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| Help me make a stand
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| Paraiso
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| Take me by the hand
|
| Paraiso
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| Make the world understand
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| That if I could see a single bird
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| What a joy!
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| This tired and hungry land could expect
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| Some truth and hope and respect
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| From the rest
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| That if I could see a single bird
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| What a joy!
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| This tired and hungry land could expect
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| Some truth and hope and respect
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| From the rest
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| Of the world |