Fogo na praça

You don't need a garden

Fogo na praça
You can't loose control and all the miles that'ya run
there's no roof to ride
sometimes the floor is the better place
simple words chaged by a bunch of cruel lies
there's no rules for this games, you got two choice: kill or die!

I know that is not your fault
but the time tells to living your dreams forget all your foolish pride

You don' need a garden to feel fancy inside

Your blood burn's like the sun and there's only anger in your eyes
hands tight and walking through a nightmare then you can never end
flash moments, thru lies are timeless the powers end in a blink of an eye
don't try to get the pass back nothing of this is gonna work

I know that is not your fault,
but the time tells to living your dreams forget all your foolish pride

You don' need a garden to feel fancy inside

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