Jazz Morto
OS DIAS DO CÃO / rjbernardo@hotmail.com
2004-07-03
I'm crawling, I don't know where to or from
The centre of things from where everything stems
Is not where I belong
I have the city sickness, growing inside me
So this is where I ran for freedom
Where I may not be free
S.S.
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