Life will never be the same
In Port-Royal town, I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground
They're stealing in the day
In Port-Royal town, the children are running
Ever strange the lives we lead
So detached from the things we need
Signs of greed in everyone
Instant eviction and the blood on a gun
Just when you think you've found it
Spinning world I want to spin around it
What is wrong? This pain won't peel
The fibres of my life won't heal
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| Pedida por: Roger de Almeida e Costa |