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So how's it gonna be,

When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities ?

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and life`s a trippy thing

ah pois não, não há sol... mas continua a haver céu. e tudo acontece como se tudo fosse um ponto sem final.

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My pot is filled with flowers, my grass is bright and green

My tears brewing in my cup, and still I make the scene.

But just don't try to change me, I love the world I found,

I've got to fly my own sweet way, and nobody can shoot me down.

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nancy sinatra