O Mundo É Feito de Ruas
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O Mundo É Feito de Ruas
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Eu abro os olhos
Eu vejo tudo
São tantos sonhos
Quase todos absurdos
Eu me levanto acreditando
Que nada é difícil
Depois de um longo banho
Eu me arrumo pra ver o mundo
Na velha mochila
Ainda cabe tudo
De bicicleta
Vou sonhando alto
Pedalo tanto
Que alço um vôo mágico
O meu olhar passeia pelas ruas
O mundo é feito de ruas
O meu olhar vagueia
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