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Natal, Rio Grande do Norte

We are children of God undesirable We are the middle children of history We have no purpose or place We do not have big fights or big depreçoes Our great war and the fighting spirit And our great depreçaoe our lives Things we have, end up having us I am not my job I am not my money in the bank I am not the car I drive I am not that i have in the portfolio I'm not the my uniform We're the fucking do anything to the world's attention We are all part of the same manure compost We have to evolve Let things be as they are