Guerra da Fome
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Guerra da Fome
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Olhe nos olhos daquele menino
Você soldado tire o dedo do gatilho
As lágrimas são por sua mãe
Aos doze anos com sangue nas mãos
Vá dizer que essa é a solução
Sua família reunida aos domingos
E você com uma arma na mão
Vá dizer que essa é a solução
Tira essa farda e socorre teus amigos
Volta pra casa e cuida dos meninos
Eles não sofrem com a guerra
São mortos pela miseria
Pra que soldado nessa terra
Maldita fome que os enterra
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