When the whole wide world of money quietly goes crazy
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And cities, like millstones, break the souls of people,
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Let the eyes of the windows watch me at home,
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How I burn at the stake of my crazy ideas.
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Perhaps one of the passers-by will catch my eye
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And from the spark the heart will beat with tongues of fire.
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The fire of the soul will purify the blood, recycle the poison
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And he will go, but along the way he will remember me.
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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This city is in agony!
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I, choking on the rot of lust, yell about love
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I look at the light, burning my eyes at the end of the tunnel.
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I sing freedom sitting in a cage guarded by castles
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I plant gardens where a tear has watered the desert.
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I shout about friendship to those whose hands are up to the shoulder blades in blood
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And I sing of justice, giving my bread.
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I realize the beauty of life under the stones of avalanches
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And I believe that a person has preserved honor and conscience.
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city!
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The soul burns with fire, the city eats alive.
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We wander while we live in our city.
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The soul burns with fire, the city eats alive.
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We wander while we live in our city.
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The soul burns with fire, the city eats alive.
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We wander while we live in our city.
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The soul burns with fire, the city eats alive.
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We wander while we live in our city!
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I am happy that there are both friends and enemies in the world,
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That there are those who climb the cross for faith.
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Who, for the shoeless, will take off his skin on boots,
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Who can not stand the taste of peace and familiar places.
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Who wraps his soul in verses on paper,
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Writhing from pain on the crucifixion of sleepless nights.
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Atoning for sins with naive faith and love,
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Dissolving in a muddy stream, like a clear stream.
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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In this city, fire and me!
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This city is in agony! |