A Guerra
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A Guerra
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O que temos aqui é uma grande plantação
Que usam soldados com armas nas mãos
E a guerra continua numa imensa dimenção
Plantando ódio e rancor no coração
O que temos aqui é sangue e destruição
São os frutos de uma guerra
Colhidos sem razão
E a guerra continua encondida ou não
Com todos os soldados cultivando a plantação
Eu vejo isso e não fico parado
Mas todos correm e figem que não ha uma guerra
Uma guerra
Que destroi so destroi
Flores no chão armas nas mãos
Flores no chão armas nas mãos
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Viajante 147 performs "A Guerra", and this lyric page sits inside the Viajante 147 catalog on LyroVerse.
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