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Gabriel M.R.S.

Compositor: Gabriel Miranda Rodrigues da Silva

What, what happends if the dream's true?
People clapping like I'm the new president putting new rules?
No bro, no family, no hope, neither tree
No one is taking any of these tre

Making four, like faking four walls with no doors
Making my mind like pure concrete source
But sometimes I misunderstand words (worlds) like I need a starfish (star or fish)
Cause I've been hungry but it's hard to not sin (scene)

Blurry don't want me to discover the feeling of killing
Of no ceeling, no dreaming, more sinning
Blaming, my meanings, not winning
Fearing, false living, mishearing

Disappearing, fearing sharing a ring
Looking for kissing, stripping
Not chilling, not fitting
Getting in tearing during thanksgiving

So I'll listen to Blurry
No more cold teas from my dad, Murray
Corruption roams by politics
At least my boss is good and hired me again