Domingo de Plástico
Correndo em volta do nada
Com mendigos ou reis
Assisto cem mil homens caindo
O céu me dá uma arma
Eu mato todos os pássaros
E canto até que eles renasçam
Dormindo debaixo do sol
Algum domingo de plástico
Ouço as crianças brincando
Do céu cai uma chuva de fogo
Eu ponho meu novo rosto
E caminho num mundo sem dono
Com mendigos ou reis
Assisto cem mil homens caindo
O céu me dá uma arma
Eu mato todos os pássaros
E canto até que eles renasçam
Dormindo debaixo do sol
Algum domingo de plástico
Ouço as crianças brincando
Do céu cai uma chuva de fogo
Eu ponho meu novo rosto
E caminho num mundo sem dono
Credits
Writer(s): Rodrigo Martins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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