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Mas, pra qu? Pra que tanto cu. Pra que tanto mar, pra qu?. De que serve esta onda que quebra. E o vento da tarde?. De que serve a tarde, inltil paisagem?.
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I was dropped on earth, all was written. I feel manipulated, the countdown starts. Ive no ID, I lost my name. Who cares, whats your fucking number. I am the 619.
I'm like Mr. Clifford Richard, I'm wired for sound. When I get myself a mic you won't want to be around. I'm off like the note in "care" in Karen's "Day Tripper".
I wanna be a nudist and live by the sea. I wanna be a businessman drinking lots of coffee. And I wanna be in love, kissing. . I wanna be a punching bad and appear on TV.
I sucked a lot of cock to get where I am. I only want to be the best that I can. My mouth is stained, I can't complain. Just keep on rinsing it again and again.
I piss alone, ugh hoh. I don't want nobody to know. That I don't have the pressure of some of the other boys. They make a noise, it scares me so. . I piss alone, alone.
I love Tommy Mottola. I was born on a Sunday. Sucked my thumbs on a Monday. I got done on a Tuesday, whoa, oh, oh. . Don't you know that we'd be so good together?.
I see your band now, and it's not too bad. You're nothing like you used to be. Please, write some songs that really do not suck. Please become what you were before.
i've got your photograph fifty times on my wall. i've got your autographed underpants in my drawer. i'm always singing to your cd on my stereo. you see me smiling back i'm always in the front row.
I like repetitive music, I like repetitive music. I like repetitive music, I like repetitive music. I like repetitive music, I like repetitive music. Turn it up 'cause I know how to use it.
Somewhere in a scrap book. There's a rose you gave to me. And the photograph that's torn in half. And all that's left is me. . Then happily ever after.
Closed doors won't open up for you, not now, not anymore. You're not the person that you used to be. You light a cigarette and say that it won't satisfy you.
Front is the opposite of back, white is the opposite of black. I be killing every track cause Im the opposite of wack. In fact, I lack nothing less than the fake shit.
I'm dat chick yeah. I'm dat chick. If you gotta choose. Then I am dat pick. I'm the talk of the town. Cause I am that sick. Give gifts to the hood. But I ain't Saint Nick.
It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that. You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that. It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit that I'm worth.