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Belo Horizonte, Brazil

I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like colorful clothing in the sun Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn't remind me of anything The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget