| Rio, common day, another goddamn day
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| A delinquent hijacks a bus
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| What should have been just a mere routine
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| Turns out to be horror on TV
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| Negotiations pass the hours
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| While police surround the scene
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| With a stupid tactless strategy
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| Fear inside, there’s no place to hide
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| One’s nightmare becomes our tragedy
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| His mother, dead, stabbed in the back
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| Revenge and grief in his head
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| Living in the streets sniffing glue and cocaine
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| Using amphetamines and smoking crack
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| Terror that comes in the night
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| Killing all his friends
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| Once again he’s in hell on earth
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| Now in the bus victims are crying for God
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| That gunman needs to be neutralized
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| Living among thieves, drugs and prostitutes
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| A son of poverty
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| A survivor of a terrible crime
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| The Candelaria’s tragedy
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| Ladies and gentlemen welcome to our freak show
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| Look at this crazy man, high and out of control
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| Hostages under his gun
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| There’s no place to run
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| A number you’ll never ignore
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| «This is for real, the demon wants blood
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| Everyone will fucking die, I’m driven by demons»
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| I don’t understand, he was given a bad end
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| Dead in the police car
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| Killed another victim, they also took a woman
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| Shot by the same police, it is fucking bizarre
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| Three bullets killed that teacher
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| Live on TV for thousands to see
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| Disasteress police action, thoughtless unplanned
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| Now a question inside, is justice really blind?
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| There’s no place to hide from this sick war
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| Fucking sick war
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| At war |