innuendo, consternation
privatization, militarization
pain, hell
distress, suffering
still in this world

I ran away from the house
with less than eighteen years
seeking shelter and work
searching for happiness and love
although I had no idea about it
father betrayed his mother
went in the tango with another
I had no choice
Also I wanted to immediately get out
but why life is so hard?
but why you had to leave?
heart hurts, wounds bleed
I'm sorry, mother

these are the days of our lives
hurt more than the hammer
people do not want to be men
sorry

I fled in fear of terror
and constantly reaching for a glass
worse district, the great rain
the most famous beaches and the sea
tried to escape the gun
after a few nights, you had nothing
but decided not to return
to his only home
no relatives, no money
life has no meaning
Brilliant Manhattan
platinum Rucker Park
cigarette flying from the window of Wall Street
I wanted to be like others

these are the days of our lives
hurt more than the hammer
people do not want to be men
sorry

Now in jail and ruin
I lie in bed with pain
body suffers, I also
this is the end

sorry

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