原文歌詞
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Stop look at the track
Otherwise you will be hit
His blood spilled
Eyes esbugalhados
Fractured skull
Filling
You stretched
A heat unbearable
At three in the afternoon
In a Monday
By reaching the ambulance
You would have already died
I was sorry I
Because the wake ta expensive
and you stretched
