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MORALIZE - NEGA JUREMA (Gleison VIeira) Falar de liberdade não tem nada a ver Quando correntes invisíveis me digitam no PC E na comodidade da minha
Mother fucker They always maneuver with the same old shit I don't moralize I analyze and count my chips Send it up More shots till I can't even stand
Bide my time while your eyes tell mega-lies. There's no fucking way to end your need to moralize. All your perpetual this is how to die Is pushing me
Chemical moralize in lost ambition Try to solve a riddle in a cage that holds you Scientist innocence suppose seek unknown Mostly Im a memory
ain't even there? Don't get me wrong I ain't one to moralize Don't give a damn What you do to yourself Don't give a damn What you doing to others All I
spy With despotic eyes And scan for impieties When they moralize We internalize Their odious rhetoric And all the while These zealots and tyrants Sap
a cause The passion's in our vice We are not content to judge Or fit to moralize We're on the outside looking in Unbreakable in all we are
of a lifetime of torture We can moralize and look at things so biblically, When you look at things so legally and think we're preserving order We can swim in
normalize love? Can we normalize hope? Can we moralize drugs Or is there too much of both? Can we recognize growth? Can we recognize goats? Before they was
street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bare
pie? I volunteered for the last one And I don't want to moralize But somehow I thought we deserved the best For the way we threw away our lives For we
street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bare
Street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bare
of Fleet Street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney! Hold it to the skies! Freely flows the blood of those Who moralize! His needs are few, his room is
street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bare
me please don't preach to me You should be the last to moralize I'm betting on the first of June! Put it all on number one! (The wheel spins glyde
to moralize The search is not the same now It's more than just a game now Love and let live It can thrill you --fulfil you But lately it can kill you Love
when you start to preach And moralize That we all are in the game And, brother, its name Is compromise
fucking say I am a criminal I am a criminal I am a criminal I am a criminal I must steal To survive I must kill To moralize Leaving people
catatonic I won't moralize with excuses for, "why me?" I love the fear in your eyes It's all from memory and I'm running on empty I'll be the savior you
shock Don't moralize Get on with it You can go 25 Now you've discharged all your responsibilities
Why do they hate moralize? Evil, inside to mortalize I see it in their mortal eyes Talking is cheap, but I don’t wanna waste breath. But It cost
and ties, gives the reckoning, And then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it.
Street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies! Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His need were few, his room was bare
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