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Tolos... apreciam as rosas quando existem manacás...

Num lugar ainda mudo

Calu quer

Colores, colores, que o mundo se encha de cores, cores, cores, que o mundo se misture nas cores, colors, colors, que o mundo se afunde nas cores, colores, cores, colors, que o mundo se vista de cores, se alimente de cores, que o mundo encha as cores de paz, que o mundo encha as cores de amor, que o mundo encha as cores de humanidade, e que as cores se tornem humanas, e que os humanos sejam coloridos, e que enxerguem assim as cores que estão dentro de si, cores. Rosa, azul, verde, amarelo, roxo, cinza, vermelho, magenta, laranja, bege, marrom e todas as cores sem nome, e as cujo nome não sei ainda. E as cores das flores, os tons das cores das flores, preencham esse mundo de paz.

a wolf at the door

Drag him out your windowDragging out the deadSinging I miss youSnakes and laddersFlip the lidOut pops the crackerSnaps you in the headKnifes you in the neckKicks you in the teethSteel toe capsTakes all your credit cardsGet up get the gungeGet the eggsGet the flan in the faceThe flan in the faceThe flan in the faceDance you fucker dance you fuckerDon't you dareDon't you dareDon't you flan in the faceTake it with the love, it's givenTake it with a pinch of saltTake it to the taxmanLet me back let me backI promise to be goodDon't look in the mirrorAt the face you don't recognizeHelp me, call the doctorPut me insidePut me insidePut me insidePut me insidePut me insideI keep the wolf from the doorBut he calls me upCalls me on the phoneTells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me upSteal all my childrenIf I don't pay the ransomAnd I'll never see 'em againIf I squeal to the copsNo {x70}Walking like giant cranes andWith my X-ray eyes I stripped her nakedIn a tight little world and are you on the list?Stepford wives who are we to complain?Investments and dealers investments and dealersCold wives and mistressesCold wives and sunday papers.City boys in first classDon't know they're born, they knowSomeone else is gonna come and clean it upBorn and raised for the jobSomeone always doesI wish you'd get up get over get up get overTurn your tape off.I keep the wolf from the doorBut he calls me upCalls me on the phoneTells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me upSteal all my childrenIf I don't pay the ransomAnd I'll never see 'em againIf I squeal to the copsSo I just go...