| We’re painted as monsters
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| Borracho, cansado
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| And do you know what the people say?
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| I’m plucked from the garden of wretched beliefs
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| I offer a rose and smile with harmless teeth
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| Then slick back my hair
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| You know the devil’s in there
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| Alone in the garden
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| Like lumbering giants in a shameful parade
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| We came to ruin all and make a rotten trade
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| And make you roll over
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| So roll over (Get over)
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| Scattered all on the shore
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| Surely they’re washed away
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| Feeling somewhat deserving
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| Of what will be someday
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| No, I can never stay melancholy
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| I’ve the memory of your face
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| No, I can never stay melancholy for long
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| Before I move on
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| We’re unwanted strangers
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| Exploited and dangerous
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| Unable to hide or even dream of it
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| Como estas?
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| Parting the seas
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| We’re lepers who stroll
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| Why you afraid sweety?
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| I slick back my hair
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| You know the devil’s in there
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| So keep one eye open baby
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| We’re so easy to spot
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| Lepers riding atop
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| Pachyderms made of germs
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| Elephants broken and screaming and all (Roll over)
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| Are we coming over?
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| Scattered all on the shore
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| Surely they’re washed away
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| Scattered all on the shore
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| Surely they’re washed away
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| Away, away
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| Feeling somewhat deserving
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| Of what will be someday
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| No, I can never stay melancholy
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| I’ve the memory of your face
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| I’m alone in the garden
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| Of long lost hopeful plans
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| No I can never stay anything for long
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| So come on, move
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| Roll over
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| Are we coming over?
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| Here we go |