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You live in your head.
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That's what you become,
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a head,
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a skull.
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In jail I went queer,
drug addict, gambler, peronist.

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I learned
to fight to death,

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to play chess,
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to smash the face of anyone
who looked at me the wrong way.

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To make little figures
out of cigarette paper.

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To fuck standing up.
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To lose myself in a book
and never come back.

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And I built houses in my mind
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only to blow them up again.
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We came to Uruguay
with no papers,

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we can leave without them.
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It's not just the papers.
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It's the whole structure
in Brazil... housing,

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you'll be dogs.
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Who'll give you asylum?
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What's the fuss?
It's just a few more days.

:45:23
Do you think they can handle
two more days here?

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Guess who's here now,
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in Uruguay.
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Chancho Aguirre!
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What do you say?
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He's here in Montevideo,
with Interpol.

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I told you, didn't I?
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Don't fuck
with Chancho Aguirre.

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He wants... all the money!
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Talk to Losardo.
Put pressure on him.

:45:58
That's why I pay you.

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