I've never been lonelier than this
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It's night but I wish it were already Monday
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With the others with me to build the city
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With others shut inside who open to the sun like flowers when
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When they go out, leave, arrive
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Eyes in faces like mirrors because the others are us
With the breath of an idea
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Allah like Jesus in church or inside a mosque
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And the others are us, here on the same road
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Cowardly heroes, we leave behind the pieces of other us
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Who wait for us and wonder
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Why they're born and die right away
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Maybe swallows, leaves of Africa
They smile at us with melancholy
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And all victims and executioners
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In this world the others are us
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We who live in comfy deserts
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Of apartments and tranquility
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But sooner or later the others are us
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In this small world now
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Yes, the others are us
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Among the Indios and the Hindus
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Kids in pharmacies who just can't take it anymore
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Families of workers fired by robots
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And gypsies from the East in suburban reserves
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And we're all victims and executioners
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Sooner or later the others are us
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In this world the others are us
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In this small world now
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The others are us the others are us the others are us
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In this world the others are us