| There are facts that happen out there
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| And we don't even suspect
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| Theosophy's little things
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| I was walking on a deserted street
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| no population
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| Type of television
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| Suddenly in the sky I saw a bright glow
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| to shine
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| That's when I started to believe
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| who was dreaming
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| That it was a nightmare
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| Nothing was going on, sorry?
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| Then in front of me appeared
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| A somewhat crazy green thing
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| Had three eyes, two mouths
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| Said so for me to enter
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| In your intergalactic ship
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| To take a lunatic tour
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| Convinced me by showing
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| Your laser beam pistol
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| And pointing at my blazer
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| Reinforced the invitation
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| Showing me a ukulele
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| With phase pedal
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| Innovation from Japanese
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| And on arriving on the moon
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| The president welcomed me
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| And your entourage
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| Speaking your native language
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| I didn't understand anything
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| Because here on Earth, there is no course in lunês
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| It's only German, French, English
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| I tried to speak other languages
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| Sanskrit, Esperanto, Byzantine
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| Latin, Hebrew, Northeast
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| I felt squatted
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| I appealed to mime
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| What is the language of the silent
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| I did all the signs I learned
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| On the long road of my life (mom, mom, mom)
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| I remembered my childhood dear
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| But after improvising a positive
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| Then what went black
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| Even the king made a face
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| It's just that in the moon this sign means
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| Lack of humility, barbarity
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| I was terrified to see
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| On those green faces the air of enmity
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| That's when I fought without gravity
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| Kicking, punching the eye and cascudão
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| All in slow motion
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| There are few people who can stand it
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| I jumped out, called a taxi
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| And with a manly smile
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| If I want to go to my Brazil
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| I went down in Ipiranga, to the placid banks
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| And as it was still day
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| I told the story to my aunt
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| What more than running
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| And thinking I'm crazy
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| sent me to the police station
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| What's the problem with the citizen, oh my?
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| Hey Denílson, take the boy here to see the room
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| Massage |