Five in the morning there in Tijuana
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A shot is heard from a window
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María looks up at the sky, she's already used to it
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It's the soundtrack of every dawn
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A couple living in New York
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They work full-time, another payment, another computer
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Their time is summed up in time that they don't consume
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The soundtrack is the sound of their clock
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Twelve at night in southern Europe
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Let's say that I'm talking about Madrid
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The word crisis will christen the morning
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It's the soundtrack of so much repetition
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Why do the same ones always fall, why?
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Children of the same God
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Why do the eyes cloud over?
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Why do the eyes get used to everything
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São Paulo, seven in the evening
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Pots instead of drums flood the street
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Joao keeps on with his things, with his chores
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Outside the soundtrack of his sorrows is playing
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Luis, with the world, leads a very social life
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Online a million friends, he says: They can't let you down
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But at his house it's been a month since anyone crossed his doorway
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The soundtrack: Lonely Community
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A man walks through the streets of Dakar
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He wonders if a disease can be orchestrated
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Who will bring the vaccine? Money and the exchange of a fortune
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A soundtrack that will soon be forgotten
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Children of the same God
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Why do the same ones always fall, why?
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Why do the eyes cloud over?
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Why do the eyes get used to everything
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And they ask us to coexist without losing our sanity
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To shake hands with ease with the interest rates
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To accept their economy as a pet
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To run with shackles over their paper world