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1000 Points Of Light |
1000 PONTOS DE LUZ |
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| You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools | Você pode navegar no deserto |
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You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules |
Com uma nau de insensatos |
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But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son |
Você pode contrabandear com Moisés |
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What kind of freedom is bought with a gun? |
E o livro de mandamentos dele |
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Porém você não pode levar a mãe |
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E lhe devolver o filho |
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Ei que tipo de liberdade |
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É comprada com uma arma? |
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| People like to build their prison walls | Pessoas gostam de construir |
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When they’re afraid to look inside a |
Suas próprias prisões |
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Quando elas têm medo |
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De olhar dentro de... |
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1000 pontos de luz |
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São os flashes que sai do cano de uma arma de fogo |
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Durante a noite |
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E as liberdades que |
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Você manifesta para assegurar |
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Não trarão os mortos de volta |
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Do frio... |
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| Thousand points of light | Discursos políticos |
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Are the muzzle flashes in the night |
Eles estão mentindo na lama |
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And the freedoms you profess to hold |
Nada mais importa |
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Won’t bring the dead back from the cold |
A não ser o dinheiro e o sangue |
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Tirania longe da liberdade |
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É o que você gosta? |
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Há um mundo enlouquecido |
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Pois ele não consegue dizer não |
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| Political speaches they’re laying in the mud | |
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Nothing else matters but money and blood | |
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Tell me your freedom is do what you like | |
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There’s a world gone crazy ‘cause it can’t say no | |
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| People like to build their prison walls | |
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When they’re afraid to look inside a | |
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| Thousand points of light | |
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Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
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And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
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Won’t bring the dead back from the cold | |
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| A thousand points of light | |
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Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
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And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
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Won’t bring the dead back from the cold | |
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| There should be time for love | |
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But there’s too much room for hate | |
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Too much sliding of the truth | |
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Too much abuse of wasted youth | |
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There’s a time for dying and a time for living too | |
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Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis | |
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| A thousand points of light | |
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Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
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And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
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Won’t bring the dead back from the cold | |
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A thousand points of light | |
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Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
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And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
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Won’t bring the dead back from the cold | |
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