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Tô indo pra num sei onde Que nem rumo ou prumo aldeia minhas laçadas Rotineiramente polialético   Nem lá nem cá minha distância altera Sopro num cadinho os últimos grãos
Struggling to find the words to express my insides parts of me tangled up, others intertwined
They give you the app  They tell you financial will help you BS They say its all great .. Thus, until stumbling upon some rocky roads BS How great it is to always be stressed out
The traffic in our lives is just as bad as the 5o'clock rush hour people stop and go, pass and leave, idle and wave We might be just as bad;never here to stay and have to go
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