Tísica
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Tísica
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Sendo assim,vale mais crer
Nos meus olhos fechados em prece
Que as coisas não vistas me fazem sorrir
Mesmo assim,quero mais ser
O expurgo do peito já gasto
Que o pecado perdido por educação
Em vão
Há de seguir
Sem perecer,sem perceber
Quanto me custa viver ou morrer
Sem dizer não,sem direção
Tanto assim,que me faz crer
Na bondade que não se conhece
No escuro do escarro de sangue já tão
Em vão
Há de seguir
Sem perecer,sem perceber
Quanto me custa viver e morrer
Sem dizer não,sem direção
Falta o ar,falta o sol,falta ser
Um instante a mais
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Who performs "Tísica"?
Jane Fonda performs "Tísica", and this lyric page sits inside the Jane Fonda catalog on LyroVerse.
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