Filipe Catto - Tomada

Um Milhão de Novas Palavras

A gente anda tão mal
Eu, você, geral
Tanta raiva, quanto mais sinto pressa
Na contramão da fé
Grito sem sessar
Minha voz explodirá essa máscara

E tudo virá contra o muro
Um milhão de novas palavras
Olho de lá, do futuro
Sou o porta voz, único e feroz
Em mim, sou só

Os homens no poder vão classificar
O teu corpo, teu lugar, tua cara
Lições de amor igual, quem precisará
Olhos tantos, grande irmão ache graça

E tudo virá contra o muro
Um milhão de novas palavras
Olho de lá, do futuro
Sou o porta voz, único e feroz
No fim, sou só

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Writer(s): Cesar Ricardo Ribeiro Lacerda, Fernando Temporao
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