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letra de last days - diversidad

[verse 1: gmbisgerymendes]
dreams of my last day
moving through the matrix at a fast pace
feel brain-dead, stuck in traffic, from another planet
up ahead there has been an accident
one that still needs to happen
woke up in the morning, everything i loved was gone
yesterday no realization, didn’t know what was going on
buried dear friends, lost my woman, lost my job
no ones to turn to if you don’t believe in god
in my hotel room, experiencing loneliness
and it burns like h-ll, now i know how cold it can get
when the temperature’s ok, but your heart is freezing
me and that man in the mirror, we’ve been hardly speaking
look into his eyes, and i don’t recognize him
red teardrops, i’m crying, i hate and despise him
all i hear is sirens, minute ago i was driving
traffic jammed, i guess somebody is dying
i wonder who the man is
up ahead there has been an accident
one that in fact just happened
i get closer, can’t believe what i see
a guy with dreads, laying dead, what the f-ck, that’s me
my last day

[chorus: valete]
está toda a gente a correr, está toda a gente a correr
está toda a gente a correr, está toda a gente a gozar
está toda a gente a correr, está toda a gente a correr
está toda a gente a correr, está toda a gente a gozar

[verse 2: valete]
despertador toca, fico na cama mais uma beca
outra semana grande seca, vida insana que me sufoca
fico de sair da cama, ir por drama que me agrega
tou sem chama nesta merda desta trama que me enforca
já to atrasado, visto rápido, eu como rápido
atrapalhado já é hábito, é o prefácio do meu dia
do bus ao calvário vou enjoado
só mau hálito, agonia, vou apertado, claustrofobia não aguento
vou do bus para o metro, do metro para o autocarro
observo mas eu não páro, tou perto já falta pouco
chego no bule inquieto, perspecto, já tipo louco e é certo que eu já fogo
o que é certo é que o boss não papa

senhor cage lima, outra vez atrasado?
hm, então fique a saber que é a última vez
não precisa de voltar cá mais

[bridge: mariama]
i want to breathe, but i’m breathless (sleep)
i need to sleep, but i’m restless (sleep)
streets swallow me, spit me out
they follow me around, i hear crazy sounds
noises, voices, they say they can save me
oh well, might as well drive me crazy
everybody already looks at me strangely
i need to get out of here
i’m running and i’m running and i’m running and i’m running, ah
i just can’t escape the feel of losing my grip
i’m on some bad trip
lord, give me a break

[verse 4: pitcho]
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