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In the house across the street,
a child was born
He grew up, worked,
then disappeared
The stoves are out,
the dust is all over
Tears are an excuse for tears,
people are always drunk
The world is a mess,
the world is a mess
Tears are an excuse for tears,
people are always drunk
There is no trace left of those feet
What people have passed from these mansions
The roads are made of dirt,
the mud is all over Everyone has put their lives in order
The stones
thrown on the roads are an excuse,
people are always drunk
The world is a mess,
the world is a mess The stones thrown on the roads are an excuse,
people are always drunk
The world is a mess,
the world is a mess The stones thrown on the roads are an excuse,
people are always drunk
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