Tom: D
Introdução:
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If I had some poet?s wings
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I would fly to New Orleans
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I?d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds
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So if you cut the words they would bleed
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And in the night when I?m all alone
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And the sadness goes to the bone
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I?d make the words in the refrain
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As lethal as the knives of Spain
If I had some black cat?s bones