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In the vertexes of time, when the reason dies
we should love each other, but no.
We prefer fight for don't mix the colors.
Classes, faiths, thoughts, religions.
What do I care about who you pray
Or which saints bless you.
I just see the flowers
don't the color of their roots.
Today, Heaven in my fight, is take off forever
Those glasses they wear to convert people to
Every person you see.
If I decide to call "weirdo" to the different one
is because I don't wanna see myself.
I won't mind the thoughts, I'll limit to listen.
All the dirty tries to judge you.
All their complaints and insults, I'll turn them into compliments.
Just because they're not real.
What do I care about who you pray
Or which saints bless you.
I just see the flowers
don't the color of their roots.
Today, Heaven in my fight, is take off forever
Those glasses they wear to convert people to
Every person you see.
If I decide to call "weirdo" to the different one
is because I don't wanna see myself.
My enemy only and merely is
the one who doesn't let me recognize
behind that smokescreen, I saw sidereal consumption.
It can't be seen in zenithal shot.
What do I care about who you pray
Or which saints bless you.
I just see the flowers
don't the color of their roots.
Today, Heaven in my fight, is take off forever
Those glasses they wear to convert people to
Every person you see.
If I decide to call "weirdo" to the different one
is because I don't wanna see myself.
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