Go to work, bum
Go to work, creature
God allows everyone
It's crazy
Spend Sunday with family
Monday beauty
Get on board with joy
In the current
Prepare your document
Stamp your heart
Don't waste a moment
Lose your reason
You can forget the mulatta
You can forget the billiards
You can tighten your tie
It will hang you
It will hand you over
It will ruin you
Go to work
See if you don't sleep at the spot
Gather your savings
Lose the three contos in the story
Of the lottery
Spend Sunday in the mangrove
Empty Monday
Win at the blood bank
For another day
Be careful with the flyover
Be careful with the plane
Don't waste another minute
You lose the question
Try to think about the future
In the dark, try to think
Go renew your insurance
It will expire
It will give you away
It will ruin you
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Spends Sunday alone
Monday is misfortune
Without father or mother, without neighbors
In the middle of the square
You'll end up dying
With a little patience
At the end of the back row
Social security
Peace out, brother
Rest in God's peace
You left your house and pension
Only for your family
Children crying
Your wife will sweat
To put another scoundrel
In your place
Will hand you over
Will ruin you
Will hang you
Will expire
Go to work
Go to work
Go to work

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