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no porto de york novo
eu ganhei a raça
a luz retirada
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
assim perdido
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
para trás, gire para trás
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
gloom
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão

 



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