| They were poor, but they wanted the world to lie at their feet
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| They had the right for nothing, they wanted to feel the joy of life
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| Brought up on the street, they started their game
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| She is beautiful, he is audacious, they once said "no"
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| The barrels never cooled down anymore, they could not stop anymore
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| The banks trembled at the sight of them, blood ran down the sidewalks
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| With the guards on their knees and the sirens behind their backs
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| They emptied the large safes and continued on their way
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| Out of law, out of law forever and ever
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| Outside the law, outside the law, they rode towards the sun
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| Outside the law, outside the law, right into the embrace of death
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| Outside the law, young free beauties wanted to die
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| Dogs followed them but they didn't know what fear was
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| He's always spitting on the seat and a new bank in front of them
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| They lived constantly on the edge, they pressed the gas tightly
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| They were sneaking out, escaping all the time
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| The cops hated them and the poor people loved them
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| Each of them wanted to be cruel and brave, just like them
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| To turn your damned bottom into a way of vengeance, a way of blood
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| Have a sack of money under your head, then you have beautiful dreams
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| One day in the heat of the sun their bloody trail ended
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| The end of the road, further a chasm, an old sign with a skull
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| One more kiss again love confessed
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| Then their last way down the cliff to death swiftly
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| Better hell than slavery, better fire than executioner
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| Smiling, they said goodbye to this unjust world
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| And a hundred police sirens howled overhead as they fell
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| And millions of tears spilled as they flew into the abyss |