'Cause everything in this lens shows us the same
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You break the silence and always ask for more...
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'Cause everything in this lens shows us the same
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You break the silence and always ask for more...
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Beaten letter does not pass me
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I wear the cassock when I'm in the mood
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Beaten earth that the past brought
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I did a lot of sketching to get to you
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And when the footprints of time fade
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Like wind trails
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I will be rested because my livelihood
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It does not turn gray because there is color in you
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Caring is nothing more than that: Flying until the glitch breaks
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Preserve this benefit, that your focus brought me to the beginning
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Our lens does not fit the false piece
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Brought you breath and you know that I put that to you
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I'm waiting in the «mobile» for another cusquice
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There's still time to honor the Kiss
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In this, there is no one to give in
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I use this baton because
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If this seed is silk, you know that the sign will not expire
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Sometimes the view is rainy, and there are months when the balance doesn't jump
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I know you expect me to follow this fight
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Victory victory in the history of the duo
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On analog roll, seriously what is logical?
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It's because my purpose is in this retina
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I made some deposits on what is obvious
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Music, love and some stamina
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And in our routine, every second is polished
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Two diamonds in the rough, two travelers more than immortalized
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'Cause everything in this lens shows us the same
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You feel each frame before twenty-somethings
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You break silence and always ask for more
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Waltz of the freaks, timeless signs
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'Cause everything in this lens shows us the same
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You feel each frame before twenty-somethings
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You break silence and always ask for more
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Waltz of the freaks, timeless signs
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Feet on the earth and well focused, I'm
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To magic our space, I will
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Unite each and every trace, bring shine when it's dull
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Always stretching the beat I...
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I keep it high in what I cherish
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Why put a deadline on everything I express?
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Past is past and some is punishment
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You have to hit the bottom to find shelter
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A house and a roof is not always a home
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But these walls don't live naked
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Progressive art like Basquiat
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Two crossed rhymes without seeing «be-à-bá»
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I don't think about childbirth, but you know I don't
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I'm here for good and bad E
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I'll paint the canvas with surreal colors
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To save some of this pain Dali
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Cut in Portuguese, to one day put you in Bali
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With the fruits of what I bring
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And they put more eyes on me than on Wally
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And I hope it lasts (lasts), all this that makes me mature (hard)
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In search of what is pure (I swear)
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I lost a lot of roll without having quality
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Now that we have cocoon (bulo)
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To see a future with your half
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And leave a door open, and use your city dictation
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I'm already dripping love
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But
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you are so beautiful love
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It's not dripping love
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I
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It's that I'm drip love
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You entered life and stayed
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You marked and I think you already noticed
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That I can fail or let you fall
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But I never let you down
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Before you I used to say «I don't care»
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Now I don't even think about the case
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I stayed with you tied in a noose
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I left the seed and took care of the vase
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If I were, I'd go back because I never bazo
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I never sleep
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I did everything so it wouldn't end
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I ask that time with you does not pass
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Step by step I take life and the frame is what you do
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Sometimes we look bad in the photo but we make peace
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There is no deadline but let's just go
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Gather the rags
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Side by side Seeing the node
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Bringing some naughty baby
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Because everything in this lens shows us the same… |