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amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
renove a visão do prazer
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu tive um medo em minha vida
no porto de york novo
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
irmão, eu sou fogo
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
eu não queimo nenhum incense
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras

 



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