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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
fora do mar sparkling
raça elevado-carregada
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu quero saber Ă s vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
conseqĂĽentemente eu nĂŁo posso
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
irmĂŁo, eu sou fogo
tĂŞm vocĂŞ nĂŁo ouvido

 



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