| I have nothing to do with it, don't even talk
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| I can't understand your logic
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| My sung word can scare away
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| And your ears sound exotic
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| But it turns out I can't let myself
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| Take it for a talk that hasn't already happened
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| I don't think there's anything left to keep
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| From too much or little that you hear between you and me
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| No force will come to silence me
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| I make my syllable sound in time
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| I sing only what I ask to sing
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| I am what I sound I don't take the pill
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| All I want is a perfect major chord
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| With the whole world being able to shine in the song
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| I sing only what can no longer be silent
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| In other words I'm very romantic
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| Naked with my music
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| I think I'm quiet a little bit there in the middle of the sound
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| I ask salamaleicam affection blessing aché shalon
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| I slowly walk the path that goes from tone to tone
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| I can keep thinking about what is good
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| I see a clear path to my Brazil despite the pain
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| Visionary vertigo that doesn't need a follower
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| Naked with my music apart from that only love
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| I glimpse certain things from where I am
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| Naked with my guitar at dawn in this hotel room
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| Soon the bus leaves for the road under the sky
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| The state of São Paulo is beautiful I think about you and I
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| Full of this hope that God has given
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| When I sing to the araçatuba crowd I'll see you
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| Already in barretos I only saw abc workers
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| When I arrive in America I don't know what it will be
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| Sometimes it's lonely to live
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| I let it flow calmly in everything that has no end
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| Manacá cow cloud longing sugarcane coffee grass
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| Great courage is being able to say yes |