A Cura lyrics by Faina. Bares lotados, pessoas ao chão, corpos mortos sem saber pra onde ir Injustiça, idéias erradas, olhos tortos proliferam natural Até...
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Bares lotados, pessoas ao chão, corpos mortos sem saber pra onde ir
Injustiça, idéias erradas, olhos tortos proliferam natural
Até quando vamos viver assim? até quando?
Pai vem nos buscar, não deixa nosso coração sentir, essa praga
Pai nos traz a cura, que tanto precisamos ter, pra poder viver assim
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