Canção Para Observar As Flores e Costurar As Mágoas lyrics by Palhaço Paranóide. O cheiro do branco do meu medo é raso, Eu paguei ao inverno pra não chover...
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O cheiro do branco do meu medo é raso,
Eu paguei ao inverno pra não chover aqui
Onde eu plantei os meus amigos.
Onde eu plantei os meus amigos?
Eu fiz sumir a alegria que eu colei
Na foto da dor que eu matei
Onde eu plantei os meus amigos?
Onde eu plantei os meus amigos?
Onde eu plantei os meus amigos?
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