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    A million of trees along all the way
    Passes leaving a shy salutation
    The clock turns three, it reminds me of it
    I guess it's time to go

    To where have light replacing all the
    Insanity
    Like merchants on a store
    They try to sell our dreams like bread

    'Cause all the alleys leads to the same
    Place
    Where all begins back there
    In every station we find all these people
    On a hurry to the same fate
    We're all standing aside this platform
    Just passing by
    They buy those tickets so impatiently
    Waiting for the start again in life

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    Clouds in the sky, no sign of airplanes
    Crashing down
    We're so exhausted, we're watched by TV
    No matter how to negotiate our vacancy
    Turn off the lights to cross or fade out
    Reality

    A million of trees along all the way
    Passes leaving a shy salutation
    The clock turns three, it reminds me of it
    'Cause I guess it's time to go

    To where have light replacing all the
    Insanity
    Like merchants on the store
    They try to sell our dreams like

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    Composition: Gabriel Barbosa, Daniel Alves, and Henrique Barbosa

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