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Bagunça
03:13
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Pó
03:57
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Faraway Man
03:18
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De onde eu vim as calçadas são pequenas
E se falavam a verdade
Uma verdade que se não respeitada...
Faraway man... I came from away
Faraway man... I came from away
A minha origem não seria questionada
Mas quem diria que
A confiança segui inabalada
Faraway man... I came from away
The streets are narrow
But they are my place
I will stand beside you
It will be okay
De onde eu vim as calçadas são pequenas
E se falavam a verdade
Uma verdade que se não respeitada...
Faraway man I came from away
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Did you call for the night porter?
You smell the blood running warm
I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit
it with a stone
Now something crawls right up my spine
That I always got to follow
Turn out the lights
Don't see me drawn and hollow
Just blood running warm
No one needs to tell you that
There's no use for you here anymore
And where are your friends?
They've gone away
It's a different world and they left you to this
To janitor
The emptiness
So let's get it on
When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue
to follow
But you're still above the ground
What you've got coming is hard to swallow
Like blood running warm
Did they call for the night porter
And smell the blood, blood running warm
Well I've been waiting at this frozen border, so close
you could hit it with a stone.
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Tomorrow I'll be quicker
I'll stare into the strobe light flicker
And afloat I'll stay
But I'm quite alright hiding today
Tomorrow I'll be faster
I'll catch what I've been chasing after
And have time to play
I'm quite alright hiding today
And I will play the coconut shy
And win a prize even if it's rigged
I wont know when to stop
And you can leave off my lid
And I wont even lose my fizz
I'll be the polka dots type
I'll know the way back if you know the way
But if you are mine
I'm quite alright I'm hiding today
Tomorrow I'll be stronger
Running colorful
No longer just in black and white
I'm quite alright hiding tonight
And will have a game on the coconut shell
And win a prize even if it's rigged
I wont know when to stop and you can leave off my lid
And I wont even lose my fizz
I'll be the polka dots type
I'll probably swim through a few lagoons
I'll have a spring in my step
And I'll get there soon
To sing you a happy tune tomorrow
And you better bring a change of clothes
So we can sail out laughing pianos
Along a beam of light
But I'm quite alright
Hiding tonight.
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I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
You keep me searching
And I'm growing old
Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold
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Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon keeps shinning bright
Blue moon keeps on shinning bright
She's gonna bring me back my baby tonight
Blue moon, keeps shinning bright
I say blue moon of kentucky
Does on keep on shinning
Shines on above this girl
I let so blue
I say blue moon of kentucky
Does on keep on shinning
Shines on above this girl
I let so blue
Quando olhei a terra ardendo
Qual fogueira de São João
Eu perguntei, meu Deus do Céu, ai
Por que tamanha judiação?
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Vitor Marx Porto Alegre, Brazil
Indie avant-garde rock.
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