107
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107
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Se alguém disser
Que é desatino amor
Andar todo esse tanto
Em disco voador
Que a gente vive
É de gostar de alguém
Que o sonho é o destino
De qualquer vintém
Aceite, aceite
Que o senso certo
Mora na geral
Que o riso, o fácil, o verso
São o vão central
Atente, atente
Que é sonho, raso
Lindo, tudo, claro
Cada começo que inicia o vôo
E entende, entende
Que todo canto
É louco, capital
Pecado, susto solto
Nesse azul total
Enfeite, enfeite
Que é sonho, raso
Lindo, tudo, claro
Qualquer começo que inicia o vôo
E entende, entende
Que imaginar esta em outro canal
Alem do 107
Do viver dial
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Robson Santos performs "107", and this lyric page sits inside the Robson Santos catalog on LyroVerse.
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