Celestino
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Celestino
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Sou um velho punk, estou o fudido no sistema
Deslocado feito fumaça preta quando ta pra acabar
Perdido nesse mundo feito filho de marinheiro
Não sabendo quantas horas faltam pra chegar
Ao lugar, de parar pra pensar sem pestanejar
Mas cansei de pegar porrada
Tantas vezes que chorei, me matei, lamentei
Não deu pra agüentar
Peguei meu coturno, minha mochila, minha motoca, uma idéia na cabeça
E muito álcool, vou me embreagar
Pra estorar, essa porra de cabeça que só serve pra pensar
Esse monte de merda
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