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I am the color of your future
The man in the gray suit told me
You're not my type, I replied
And that afternoon I learned to run
Upon stepping on the station

I opened the cage to my heart
Beyond the mountains was the sea
The night, the vertigo, the city
The world in exchange for a song
I was given a plate, a kiss, a mattress

The only medal I've won in life
Was made of tin and disappointment
There was no way out of the barracks alley
For the deserter of the battalion
Of those born to lose

Cousin of the soul undress me
From the gray suit, from the crowd
Return me to the southern path
To the land of childhood
Where one and one added up to three

The only medal life has given me
I won it on stage
There was no way out of the barracks alley
For the deserter of the battalion
Of those born to lose