Pretérito lyrics by Finis Africae. A podridão do sistema Se emblema nos braços São facas, armas e balas Vieram em nossa direção A troco de nada Ninguém...
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A podridão do sistema
Se emblema nos braços
São facas, armas e balas
Vieram em nossa direção
A troco de nada
Ninguém escolheu esse caminho a seguir
Onde a justiça é tão cega, quanto muda
Somos cúmplices de um passado negro
Que queima as nossas mãos
Queima as nossas mãos
Queima
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