Falsos Amigos
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Falsos Amigos
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Vou carregando minha cruz por este mundo
Deixando lágrimas no pó da solidão
Pra toda gente eu sou um vagabundo
Apedrejado e atirado pelo chão
Meu lar foi por mim abandonado
Meu filhinho, minha esposa tão querida
A cada passo vejo o espelho do passado
E afogo minha mágoa na bebida
Falsos amigos que hoje vivem na prisão
Me enganaram com tanta fantasia
Embriagado eu me vi na perdição
E o meu filhinho sem o pão de cada dia
Sendo um farrapo que não tinha mais nome
De vergonha eu fugi pra não voltar
E nesta vida não sou mais aquele homem
Porque não quis manchar a honra do meu lar
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