Ai I already thought, To order to paint I ceu it in tones of blue, original Pra to be Alone later I noticed, That blue already it is had alguem, That he had equal ideia I I do not know, if have-of running away, Or to bite the hook Already does not have, nothing of new Underneath of the sun Already pursued me here, for alleys and ruelas d'horror, ways without exit until I lost myself alone without knowing of that color, to paint my life I do not know, if have-of running away, Or to bite the hook Already does not have, nothing of new Underneath of the sun I does not know here, if have-of running away, Or biting hook Already does not have, nothing of new here Underneath of the sun. I heard, this song per the morning, in the car of the Macau Radio... Until ķa in the car, it was more or less, in the height where I took off the photo... Young chicken sky, or not?
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