They have tattoos on their clothes
The heroes of the neighborhood
Costumes of good and bad guys
Of stories that have changed with the clock
With them I gave the biggest concerts sitting down on a bench
With an old guitar
With them I made palaces in abandoned houses
There is no truer greeting
Than that of their stranded hands
No contract is more secure
br/>Let him of his own word
They are like that, troubadours and crazy people
Gentlemen of whom there are few left
Masters in lies
Conquering dancers
They are like that, with their cowboy costumes
But willing to invite the Sioux to dinner
They are like that, like romantic pirates
Trying to navigate a sea of gray asphalt
They are like that, my friends are like that
There is no verse that is more beautiful
Than that of their stuttering
Nor offer more sincere
Than half of their zero
They are like that, troubadours and crazy people
Gentlemen of whom there are few left
Masters in lies
Conquering dancers
br/>They are like that, with their cowboy costumes
But willing to invite the Sioux to dinner
They are like that, like romantic pirates
Trying to navigate in a sea of u200bu200bgray asphalt
They are like this, my friends are like this

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