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How much sand in your boots? |
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How much dry bread in teeths? |
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Everyday is longest day |
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or maybe the day you will never forget |
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God didn't save you from the luck of a rich marriage |
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Nor your dictator saved you from the big glorious war |
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But maybe you were saved just |
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because you've never never believed |
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No saint has guided your wrinkle hand |
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But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars |
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I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral |
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I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral.. |
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my old man |
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Twenty years in the tropics |
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One hundred years of regrets |
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Life is to long to repent |
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and too short to deify the bitterness |
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Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair, |
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your perfect dye go beyond |
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Every political convinction and against every classfight |
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I loved your style and your hatred |
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for your hatred for mediocrity |
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God will not give you a honoured place |
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but he will envy your shined shoes |
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I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral |
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I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral.. |
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my old man |