Mindala Jinka
(Indisponível)
Our fellow walks alone
Through your lands and your ears
He was born to do so so like no one would interfere
Fellow being made of hands flesh and wood
Though he needs people to swarm around and
Every time he would make his cord swing
Deep inside his heart and nostrum fellow
Isn't someone you can even stop walking
I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams
I fight against this sweet disease
I need I feed I love and breed
And spread it all over again
You're dancing for your star
It shines above your eyes
Hoping the lights would spread
And brake the gates of your devoted mind
For it to bring you out of this world around
But your sweet mother first fellow,
You have to bring her down
You're dancing through my spine
It's made of gold and silver
The men behind the line
Will offer your some slavers of so many lies
Hidden behind the trees
Then you'll be walking through that desert
Feed up your disease
I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams
I fight against this sweet disease
I need I feed I love and breed
And press until the stress grows mean
I'm walking feeling they scratch my dreams
I fight against this sweet disease
I need I feed I love and breed though
And just spread it all over again, hey low
And spread it all over again, say no
away oh low low
And spread it all over again
Yeah baby
You're dancing like a cat
And wiggling like a snake
No one can bring you down
No one will ever brake your neck
'Cause underneath this pure stainless skin
Lives a humble monkey with the heart of a king
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