Titas
Sunday
Tour
Flight four, five, seven
Galeão, Guarulhos
Flight seven, half, five
Confins, Second of July
Thirteenth of September
At half past twelve
Fifteenth of August
At a quarter to eight
I don't know when or where
I don't know how or why
I don't know when or where
I don't know, I don't want to know
One day they spit in my face
One day they kiss my foot
Half an hour to eat
Anything, whatever you have
One day they spit in my face
One day they kiss my hand
Half an hour to sleep
That's all they give me
Vitória, Maceió
São José dos Campos
Goiânia, Cuiabá
Judge de Fora, Santos
Room two, zero, half
Kilometer twenty-three
Room nine, zero, seven
Kilometer twenty-six
No o I know where I'm coming from
I don't know where I'm going

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