| There are days when we feel
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| Like who left or died
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| We suddenly stopped
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| Or it was the world then that grew
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| We want to have an active voice
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| In our destiny to send
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| But behold, the living wheel arrives
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| And loads the destination there
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
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| In the turns of my heart
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| We go against the current
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| Until I can't resist
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| On the return of the boat, you feel
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| How much has failed to comply
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| We've been cultivating for a long time
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| The most beautiful rose bush there is
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| But behold, the living wheel arrives
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| And carry the rose tree over there
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
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| In the turns of my heart
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| The wheel of the mulata skirt
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| You don't want to run anymore no sir
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| I can't serenade
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| The roda de samba is over
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| People take the initiative
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| Viola in the street singing
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| But behold, the living wheel arrives
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| And carries the viola over there
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
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| In the turns of my heart
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| O samba, a viola, rose
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| One day the bonfire burned
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| It was all a passing illusion
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| That the first breeze took
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| In the chest, the captive nostalgia
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| Make time to stop
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| But behold, the living wheel arrives
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| And carry the longing over there
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
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| In the turns of my heart
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
|
| The time ran in an instant
|
| In the turns of my heart
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| world wheel ferris wheel
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| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
|
| In the turns of my heart
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| world wheel ferris wheel
|
| Mill wheel, spinning wheel
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| The time ran in an instant
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| In the turns of my heart |