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Gentlemen! Shoot first
I take back the flame of my freedom
Your hugs hurt
My lungs are cracking
So much I breathe your air conditioning ©
What do you know about our lives?
You have never suffered
The weight of our sales pitches
Your false feelings
We no longer want to follow
br/>Let's march against sense
To violence, conscientious objection
We want to blow away the lead in your resistance
Our voice is raised ¨e until you
Hear us
Come and let the sun shine
Nothing is easier
Than to talk
In the salons of these cursed kings
Keep for yourself your maybes and your smiles
We have already tasted your pleasures
Your kingdom is saturated with signing papers
Ours is an adventure
We no longer want to follow
Let's march against sense
To violence conscientious objection
We want to blow away your resistance
Our voice is raised to you
Hear us< br/>We no longer want to live in nonsense
Nor be the targets of your demands
We no longer want to carry the cross of your suffering
Our voice is heard Raise you up