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e meu nome é truthful
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
eu năo pray para a paz
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
como um homem despido mim vai
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
eu penso d esplêndido justo
noite misteriosa
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcăo
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu moldei o mundo
truely

 



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