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Can´t believe, how we got close to this
Ill pray for you, if you bless us, and pour me the
Wine, makes me warm
It´s your blood and makes love pump in my heart
God only knows

Don´t take oense, but we got way too far
Away from those words you had preached
The poor feel so poor, the meek inherit hell, and
The earth it´s the playground for riches and kings
Clowns only know

Come close, get near. Could I use your words?
We live in fear, they got it wrong
They say, that you said, that it´s right to feel bad
When desire and lust take our minds
God, it feels so good

My dear friend, let´s call the smoke who talks
We need no ish, w e need more love
Streets all get crowded, we need you, we shout
Loud, we might shed some love, tears and blood
My dear crist, I´m sure you know..

Oh mãe, oh pai, irmã
Domingo é dia de ver os seus pais,
Os que estão, os que não, casa cheia