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God of the dead, God of the weak Out in the snow and the cold winds They say Fortunado was lucky one time And Patrick has traveled with him ever since Scraping together rent hustling pool They took on some Texans and won by mistake When out of the darkness materialized The city police who'd been lying in wait He thought he'd be braver in a moment like this But soon as the cops opened fire on the crowd And he heard Patrick cry I think I've been hit Fortunado just ran and went back underground He moved to a cabin in some lonely place His face in the mirror was growing unkind It became his obsession to relive that day Working it over and over in his mind And without realizing it he was preparing the way For a miracle shook in a feverish chill He stood in delirium up in his bed And was sent across time to relive it for real There was the teargas that they poured in the street There was the drumming of their shields and black armor There was the bullet that he prayed for to meet There was his chance to go down as a martyr Oh the past can be different anytime you look God could be rewriting something in his book Letras de cancionesBut what kind of mercy did Fortunado get? Almost no one remembers having seen him alive I combed through the city in a cold sweat And found his name on a tombstone from 2005 I still can't explain it, all the unspoken years Or what Fortunado became in that moment A color of light could just bring him to tears But guilt was a heavy door that he opened From Letras Mania