Inner City Blues
Hurtmold
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Conforting the city
I try writting inside a shaking bus
is to hard
it's everywhere
They're offended
I rather walk through that alleyway
bt my own self
there's no rational in hot wheater
I lost my notebook
wave goodbey to your reason in the hot wheates
did you lost it?
Now I need some time off
the city is killing me
did you lost it?
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Composition: Mauricio Sanches Takara, Marcos Gerez, Chankas, Mario Cappi, and Guilherme Granado
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