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Muros e Grades (Humberto Gessinge/Augusto Licks) nas grandes cidades. no pequeno dia-a-dia o medo nos leva tudo, sobretudo a fantasia entao erguemos muros

the chain linked fence surrounds the feeble child gag your mouth to hear sweet melodies lifted your hand to swing to swing the chair pounding my brain

low And ill keep you around so ill know, That ill never let you down, Ill never let you down. Your strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade

and tearing down and looking for what never can be found So what do I do now that I'm alone? God I tried so hard to get here but still I'm averaged out Graded

, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer

And I wonder if you ever think about me anymore And I wonder if you ever think about me when your bored And I wonder if you ever think about me when you

L.A. lady, drive me crazy I must confide what's on my mind I've been watching I've been waiting I see the signs you always lie You wouldn't make it tough

Here's to you and all your loving thoughts Here's to you, you're such a fuckin' whore Here's to you for bringing me down Here's to you, I'm glad you'

This one is the one that I envy Take a look in his eyes and You'll see the sea We were young, having fun Till you broke down Holding on by a thread dangling