Legiao Urbana
Miscellaneous
More of the Same
Hey white boy, what are you doing here
Climbing the hill to try to have fun
But I already said no There is
And you still want more
Why don't you leave me alone?
Not one of these twenty years was meant for me
And now you want me to stay Just like you
That's right, how am I going to grow if nothing grows around here?
Who's going to take care of the sick?
And when there's a massacre of teenagers
How come How do you feel?
Instead of light there is gunfire at the end of the tunnel
Oh, always more of the same
Isn't that what you wanted to hear?
Kindness for you to explain to me with such determination
Exactly what I feel, how I think and how I am
I really didn't know I thought like that
And now you want a portrait of country
But they burned the film, they burned the film
And meanwhile, in the ward
All the sick people are singing popular hits
All the sick people are singing popular hits
br/>(And all the Indians were killed)

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