Este sábado lá estarei no Campo Pequeno.

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Toy-like people make me boy-like

Toy-like people make me boy-like

They're invisible, when the trip it flips

They get physical, way below my lips

And everything you got hoi-poloi like

Now you're lost and you're lethal

And now's about the time you gotta leave all

These good people...dream on

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