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Canta Brasil. As selvas te deram nas noites teus ritmos barbaros. E os negros trouxeram de longe reservas de pranto. Os brancos falaram de amor em suas cances. E desta mistura de vozes nasceu o te
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Baby we're running out of money. Honey we're running out of dough. I'm turning back to the man that I once was. But it was fun to fool them for a while. . Finally those. good times are coming.
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Well Miss Magnolia, you just can't keep. Keep me to yourself. You know I been here way too long. You had me working all day long. No, I'm not cut out and I wont be found. And make a man for you,
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Canta Brasil. As selvas te deram nas noites teus ritmos barbaros. E os negros trouxeram de longe reservas de pranto. Os brancos falaram de amor em suas cances. E desta mistura de vozes nasceu o te
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Your surprises wear disguises. All of your truths. Masquerade around on hallows eve. So I'll never know what you show to unfamiliar faces So impressed by you undressing. Did you take his hand asid
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I've heard the story. I'm sure he held you down. Forced you to do things. While I'm not around. But you lied, and you lied. But I've got cigarette eyes I feel uneasy, I think of you less. My min
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Skin's turning green, eyes are turning yellow. The Doctor stays rich because I'm a sickly fellow. Got the hypochondriac blues. I need your medicine to soothe. Creams and pills they've got nothing
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Float down stream, rivers of dreams. Float down stream, catch your wings. Heavens high, so you fly. Catch your dreams in the sky But the glaciers have frozen your feet. I can't wait for eternity.
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You've said all you have to say. You've hit the wall and can't get through another way. You got your eyes down to the floor. You say you don't think you can give anymore We're colder than you've ev
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Can'tneverdidnothin' and neither did couldn't. Never did nobody, no good. You better plant in your garden. And make sure you water it like you should Time spoiled you rotten, you done forgotten. W
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Tristeza no tem fim. Felicidade sim A felicidade como a gota. De orvalho numa ptala de flor. Brilha tranqila. Depois de leve oscila E cai como uma lgrima de amor. A felicidade do pobre parece. A
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Não quero mais. Essas tardes mornais, normais. Não quero mais. Video-tapes, mormaço, março, abril Eu quero pulgas mil na geral. Eu quero a geral. Eu quero ouvir gargalhada geral. Quero um lugar
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Meu bem, meu bem. Você tem que acreditar em mim. Ninguém pode destruir assim. Um grande amor. Não dê ouvidos à maldade alheia. E creia. Sua estupidez não lhe deixa ver. Que eu te amo Meu bem, m
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