| I also know how to be disconsolate in a tone that is difficult to play
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| It's my talent beyond the sound of that wave I went dancing
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| I danced so well sweetening your lipstick like candy
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| I smeared you with my roundest sentence
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| Atrocious actress of insensatez, I was translating into Portuguese
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| The love that made your falsehood deeper
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| And I run after the easy life you want to take me in
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| I want to live in a bungalow, cry at the table never again
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| Saxophone or Satan intoxicates me with your gas
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| The good side of the heart that separates us from metals
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| If life is expensive, gigolo, only my love knows color
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| From the harmonies of the Orquestra Tabajara
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| I know it's hard to breathe when passion wants to suffocate
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| My heart, that's why I sing in my throat, oh my love
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| Our poison is in the heart of the song
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| It's like an addiction and it has a flavor that the stuck speech doesn't undo
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| I don't know who painted your color, your complexion, your flavor
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| With the youth where I sinned —my emotion no longer gave me that voice
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| Maybe dreaming I danced naked next to the lamp, and I must have kissed you with passion
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| That's when a popular awakened me, gave me news
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| That this gafieira love no longer has
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| I showed my smile and someone from there asked me
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| Where am I that I don't grab this brunette to dance
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| And I told you, you don't have to suffer in loneliness
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| My heart, loneliness is not worth it
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| I know it's hard to breathe when passion wants to suffocate
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| My heart, that's why I get tired in my throat, oh my love
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| Our poison is in the heart of the song |