You say we're the chosen ones
And claim it's our only chance
You take with you my son, but you,
The flag you shipped him home,
And spare me the honor play
I'm ready for the inn, you know why
I'm ready, well, it never goes away,
The mail comes a minute past
The cell where the windows wait
I'm ready for the end, oh I
It never goes away, it turns out
I'm ready for the end, you know why
Well, it never goes away,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, Quem na rua se perde
Que o erro é onde a sorte está
Que o error é onde a sorte está
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