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This Dirty Life
If I didn't have this life I would die
Every morning I wouldn't have this sun
Such a boy, such a guitar that you don't know
If I wanted to explain it to you, I wouldn't be able to
If I didn't have this life I would die
I would spend all my heaven in this sleep
And the more I think about it, the more I realize that it's like this
Every time I find myself always here
To make this dirty life trot under the sun and night
That never has mercy and is never over
Otherwise what would be done
The more I think about it and the more I realize that it is like this
If I didn't have this dream I would die
I would die in the terror of holidays
I wouldn't be able to stand on the asphalt
If I wanted to explain it to you I wouldn't know how
br/>To make this dirty life trot under the sun and the night
That never has mercy and is never over
Otherwise what would be done
If I didn't have this life I would leave
I would sail on the boats of your heart
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it is like this

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