Quiproquó lyrics by Ian Ramil. Quiproquó Mundo cão Um homem só Morde a mão de quem finge não poder se controlar Para o rio Pra passar Se ele morrer Tanto faz...
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Quiproquó
Mundo cão
Um homem só
Morde a mão de quem finge não poder se controlar
Para o rio
Pra passar
Se ele morrer
Tanto faz
Contramão
Pé atrás
Distorção
De que serve o braço se o tronco desmanchar
Olha pro rio
Somos nós
E homem só
Somos nós
A casa
O tempo
A fome
A fé
A grama
O futebol
A lei
O porre
A escolha
O gallho torto
A luz do sol
Eu
Somos nós
Eu
Somos nós
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