Revolta ...
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I know these hands, yes the ones above me
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I know those eyes, yes the ones above me
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This look, this gesture, this blow
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I know how you put the artists on the stake
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For word and picture, scream and pain
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For sounds and visions that tear down your wall
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For love and truth you will give falsehood and contempt
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You don't know anything fucking about me
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The sister behind the bars pays a debt for her cross
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What the hyenas pull up above
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Low, you want me to be even lower
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So that you can go higher and higher
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From the street straight to the salons
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Your new god, enslaved artist
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Your new god
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From the street straight to the salons
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Your new god, enslaved artist
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I know these hands, yes the ones above me
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I know those eyes, yes the ones above me
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This country, this voice, this time
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The one who steals is opium for the masses
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Like hard concrete, a total system
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The rebel's words are like a banal poem
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You can see everything, I know you're ashamed
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All you can do is sneer at me
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A plastic soul and a plastic heart
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You need me, you want to take more from me
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The sister is still waiting for her day and out loud
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For one such moment when anger breaks
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The street
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From the street straight to the salons
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Your new god, enslaved artist
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From the street straight to the salons
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Your new god, fucking artist
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I know these hands, yes the ones above me
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I know those eyes, yes the ones above me
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This look, this gesture, this blow
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I know how you put the artists on the stake
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For word and picture, scream and pain
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For sounds and visions that tear down your wall
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For love and truth you will give falsehood and contempt
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You don't know anything fucking about me
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The sister behind the bars pays a debt for her cross
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What the hyenas pull up above
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Low, you want me to be even lower
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So that you can go higher and higher
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From the street |