| Have you ever loved like there was no tomorrow?
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| That love that when it hits you lose the fear of death?
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| And who said there is tomorrow
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| And if that love is still there, then you're a lucky guy, huh?
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| We don't always choose the right path
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| Can't or isn't smart
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| Because the right is not always close
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| Close, I mean, in the eyes of the heart
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| You can't have everything and not everything you have is within reach
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| Nobody can stand to hear others complain
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| No one can stand to hear others complain anymore
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| Come here, then, I'll give you a plá
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| Come on, come on, wake up! |
| That it is time to wake up
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| I know you are and we are all in the fight
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| You have one mouth and two ears, son, so listen
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| Things get tight and you already want to set foot
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| Are you going to tell me that you prefer hate or love, neguinho, coé?
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| Have you ever loved like there was no tomorrow?
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| That love that when it hits you lose the fear of death?
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| And who said there is tomorrow
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| And if that love is still there, then you're a lucky guy, huh?
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| So, once again good comes running out
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| No soap opera, beast, now our time has come
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| Disguise and cry, but don't run from the bullshit
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| And don't tell me that the thing here is black
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| My dear friend, accompany me, please
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| It's so hypocritical in this world that the good ones end up
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| Entering the game
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| This is the game, played with fire
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| The sun rises for everyone, but the shadow is for few
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| The cool thing now is to take off the grimace
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| Says he doesn't smoke weed, but joins the pickers
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| Judging others, putting the stick
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| I know that love is good, I know that love conquers evil
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| I'm one of those called crazy
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| But when they enter the game, they are not satisfied with little
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| Given the message, I don't enter the wrong stop
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| Without this sin, so come with me, kids |