| We wash the face, we wash the soul
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| And we wash
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| untying the knots
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| Pressing the steps
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| exchanging looks
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| saving hugs
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| Since they are so scarce
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| In times of barbarism
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| Eres or from peace or from Ares?
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| let's not be radical
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| After all if you don't love
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| The evils that come too much
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| There are seas that come from behind
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| Forming a capable wave
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| To throw everything up in the air
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| Arrows hit my heels
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| But I'm not Achilles, but I'm not that
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| What do you think, cowards?
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| Your character is not measured in awards
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| Not even the value of your credit cards
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| That's why you lose yourself loser
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| It's getting late and you woke up Fred Krueger
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| With the sharpest and most aggressive flow
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| On a beat from Mortão, to show that I'm still alive!
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| Uh, oh, let me talk
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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| Uh, oh, let me talk
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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| The rhythm is not dead where the poetry is ember, ember
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| The rhythm is not dead where the poetry is ember, ember
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| And for all those who are standing in my way
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| They will pass, I bird
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| Poetry, philosophy and history
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| If for the state it is optional subject here it is mandatory
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| Fuck! |
| Sorry for the high expletive
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| But sometimes I do the same as my country and I lack education
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| It's just that to talk to our high level
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| There are times when only profanity comes to me
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| Brother, I know that life is not ready
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| But sometimes it's against the hand that we find the hand
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| I had to be very calm on this walk
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| Alone on the road, I didn't see anything, but I know that light is only given after
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| a lot of contraction
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| They said it wouldn't work, I felt myself weakening and bending my knee
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| But I decided to walk and not stop until I crossed the red sea
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| And even if I die for this reason
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| Because if you have nothing to die for then why ce ta live
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| Uh, oh, let me talk
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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| Uh, oh, let me talk
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
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| The rhythm is not dead where the poetry is ember, ember
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| The rhythm is not dead where the poetry is ember, ember
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| We are alive, we are alive
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| Can you believe we are alive!
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| We are alive, we are alive
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| Can you believe we are alive!
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| We are alive, we are alive
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| Can you believe we are alive!
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| We are alive, we are alive
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| Can you believe we are alive!
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| On a beat from Mortão to show that I'm still alive
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| national rap
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| Can you believe we are alive! |