Hóspedes (Fardas)
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Hóspedes (Fardas)
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As armas e as ordens
Transformam os homens
E tudo que temos
Já não nos pertencem mais
As fardas e as forças
Nos forçam a enfrentar
As guerras urbanas
Os dramas enganam os mortais
Que somem de cena no escuro da noite
Que somam apenas a números e mais nada
As armas e as ordens
Transformam os homens
E tudo que temos
Já não nos pertencem mais
As fardas e as forças
Nos forçam a enfrentar
As guerras urbanas
Os dramas enganam os mortais
Que somem de cena no escuro da noite
Que somam apenas a números e mais nada
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