Sobremesa
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Sobremesa
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Walking in the morning sun, my pockets are empty now.
I don't have anything, only a little black boots.
And little flower in hand, looking to the city.
Cabs, buildings, people, a rocket on the sky, my mind fliiiieeesss.
Borboletas se equilibram no espaço.
Um muro velho em minha face.
Uma cadeira flutua num espiral.
Flores em minha camisa numa tarde do bairro.
E enquanto caminho pelas ruas da cidade, lembro que uma sobremesa me espera em casaaaa.
Eeeee, uma sobremesaa
Eeeee, uma sobremesaa
Eeeee, uma sobremesaa
Eeeee, uma sobremesaa
Wait,
Yeahhh
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Nação Zumbi performs "Sobremesa", and this lyric page sits inside the Nação Zumbi catalog on LyroVerse.
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