Cidade Dormitório - Fraternidade-Terror

Aribé II (Associação Livre)

Um psicanalista se jogou da Torre de Pizza
Arnaldo, meu amor, me conte o que aconteceu
Numa espécie de janela indiscreta
Galileu presenciava a situação

O temporal está dentro do seu quarto vazio
As escadas nos escondem
E há um tempo eu não me sentia tão bem

Fecha-se o circo, abre-se o fogo
E o que me resta a pensar é que trocadilhos nem sempre compensam

Car, people, suffering waiting for gas
To hit de road
To hit someone again
To take a hit again
And run over some words, and...
Hey sir
Você já?
Você já?
Matou um ciclista hoje

Ok

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Writer(s): Yves Deluc
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