4 compassos futuristas.

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                                                          Putrefatto                                                                

    tom!     

                                                                                      Escor

                                                                                                  reg

O                                                                                                        a

                                           Gentil

                                                                                                                Renaaaas

                       Cordioso

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Teu                                 Febril

         

         Dom! 

                    Ardil

                              oso

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cor                                                         teu                                                                     S

de                                                                  v                                                        em  S

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      On!                                                                   e                                              o        S

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                                                                                                                 t                           S

                                                                                                  n                                         S

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                                                                                                                               Silên

 

 

 

E agora, o Piegas.

Seríssimo como as coisas se consomem.

Será que é por isso que todas BIC somem?

Seja caneta ou isqueiro

Se é BIC você perde primeiro.

Santo Lorde,

Saiba que o concreto beija, quiçá morde.

Sussurros no umbigo da noite

Será a sorte

Sou bem forte

Suporto minha paixão, meu açoite

Sangro por todas as veias.

Solto a voz em cicio

Sapeco um puta-que-pariu

Soneca com a cara no poste

- Oh, shit, my BIC is lost…