Morrer Com o Copo Na Mão
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Morrer Com o Copo Na Mão
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Desde pequeno eu já sabia
Nunca fui de estudar
Minha vó sempre dizia
Moleque você tem que trabalhar
Um alucinado porra louca
Cuspi na cara da ilusão
Já no chão, mas desce outra
O copo é meu único irmão
Contruí minha vida do meu jeito
Sempre fiz o que senti no peito
To fodido eu já sabia
Mas tomo minha cerveja com alegria
Eu passo o dia no bar
Sentado no balcão
O mundo pode acabar
Que vou vou morrer... Com o copo na mão
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