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there's a sailor who sings
of the dreams that he brings
from the wide open sea
and he cries and he drinks and he drinks
and he drinks to the whores of amsterdam
who've given their bodies
to a thousand other men
for a few dirty coins
and they dance
and they laugh and they lust
till the rancid sound of the accordion
bursts
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and they dream and they sleep
while the river bank weeps
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tirar letras das indecisões como quem corta luvas de latex.
depois, suturar fundo na intraderme
para não deixar visíveis as cicatrizes abertas.
coração apertado.
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you’re always under a falling piano
always trailing some shady shark
you never raise your gaze,
look head-on
so fixed on what happens when
pushing the red button
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it’s all up to you now.
just pull a hero from the heat.
we’re all wolves chasing a cat
if i could just get my hands on
you
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acorda, meu amor
devolvermo-nos ao mundo
luz bonita..

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give me that slow knowing smile

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there are angels knocking at your door

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did you pray? did you pray?she's asking

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