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Televisão, Jornais, politicos, senhores ministros entre outros animais pt.

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Ministro da saúde

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Governo PS PSD

Ministro da saúde
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Pagar a cientologia da magia castanha, os bloqueios e os cortes dos palhaços pt.

HR London

Simon Henry Francis O Peter

RIO Madeira

Tabaqueira SIS PJ

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MAICO TEAM CARS

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OPEL ROVER ALFA ROMEO AUDI

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Simon Henry Francis O Peter

Team

MAICO Team Office and Headquarters

Rua Vitorino Nemésio Lumiar Lisboa

Eddie O HR FO RQ

Confusion

Confusion! Why is it that there's always confusion If everyone comes for the same reason If it were all with a certain conscience Maybe there wouldn't be so much violence I want to see everyone having fun I don't want to see them destroy (destroy) I want to see everyone right I don't want to see confusion Do you care what I'm saying 'Cause I don't know what to do anymore There is confusion with a certain tendency That always leads to brutal violence I want to see everybody have a good time I don't want to see them destroy (destroy) I want to see everybody right, I don't want to see confusion I want to see everybody partying I don't want to see them destroy (destroy) I want to see everybody right , I don't want to see confusion Confusion in my head Whether it's good or bad There's always one who ends up in the hospital If what I say is a lie Let them take all my mind away Why does everything have to be this way There's a beginning and there's always an end I don't do anything there's always confusion That's why no one is right I want to see everyone having fun I don't want to see them destroy I want to see everyone with reason I don't want to see confusion

Tu Ó Bófia You O Cop

You know me, you know who I am You don't know anything about me You know me You don't even know why I'm like this You take me to the police station, you don't even know why And when you see that there is nothing you can do you ask for an Apology and wait for the next time You wonder next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything You think I'm thinking about next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything oh oh oh You obey the orders of the fundamental law You defend your homeland Portugal And you don't understand and you don't want to know Why I'm like this You're always scolding me Of the things I want to do and you only think And you only think about condening me You wonder next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything You think You wonder next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything You wonder next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything You think You wonder next time I'm going to you You get mad that I can't do anything You wonder about next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything You think You wonder next time I'm going to * You get mad that I can't do anything

Srs Políticos Gentlemen Politicians

They love to talk Appear in public On television They keep the people stupid With smiles to adorn They don't say anything new They pose for the photograph They smile at the people They talk about solutions Guarantee equality And the deceived people Adore everything and everyone Don't see that it's plotted They only eat football and fado And how they don't want it to come to light They cover their eyes They never let you see They talk about solutions Guarantee equality They seem worried Full of good intentions They don't move for anyone They just (just) want to eat well You don't know for sure You never get to say How much they earn And they get tired of spending While half a dozen Fill up for real There are people who are cold With nothing to eat They talk about solutions Guarantee equality

É Difícil It's Difficult

Alarm clock goes off You get dressed in a hurry You barely have time to eat You do everything so fast You don't have time to waste There's no time to smile You leave the house on the run You've got a schedule to keep The minutes go by And today you're out of luck Running late and waiting for transport It's difficult, it's difficult to get a job Harder and harder To get a good salary The bus arrives And struggles to get on But there's so much confusion That you can't show a step Hold on to your suitcase with a suspicious look You push forward to get a seat Step on the back, bump into the front one You get annoyed You argue with everyone It's difficult, it's difficult to get a job Harder andt harder To get a good salary You're late plus a discount on your salary You stay a little... You feel devastated As if that wasn't enough, your boss wouldn't pay you You're just another beautiful unemployed person It's hard, it's hard to get a job Harder and harder To get a good salary

Censurados Censored

Tell me why there's nothing to do If we're going to do it or we're going to lose We're going to try to change, what's wrong Even if we have to travel Portugal Be your will done And if it's a lie with the truth We Will Be Censored In This Life From Birth Till Death We Will Lose The Will To Be Able To Understand There's nothing to do If we're going to do it or we're going to lose We're going to try to change, what's wrong Even if we have to travel Portugal Be your will done And if it's a lie with the truth We Will Be Censored In This Life From Birth Till Death We Will Lose The Will To Be Able To Understand Tell me why there's nothing to do If we're going to do it or we're going to lose We're going to try to change, what's wrong Even if we have to travel Portugal Be your will done And if it's a lie with the truth We'll be reproached in this life From birth to death We'll lose the will to understand

A Mãe, Terra Mãe, o Pai e o Pai nosso que estas no céu.

Assembleia da República

Postes dentro de casa. FASSPT

Noticias e artistas de tv e dos jornais pt

Informação desinformação desvio baralho confusão limpeza pt

Gingão

Gingão, Gingão, You're the whore of confusion Gingão, Gingão, You're the whore of confusion I walk in and try to get to the counter It takes me more than ten minutes to pierce through the crowd After I got a glass I don't want to get into expenses I hold it with both hands And I head for the tables But when I get there There's no more sitting, I hope somebody's going to play To the house next door There the arcades and the matrecos Eat nickels in a row In Gingão you enjoy it more We only spend it on drinks Gingão, Gingão, You're the whore of confusion Gingão, Gingão, You're the whore of confusion

Mr. Anibal, bring one more glass I'm still not okay I can take it a little longer I drink one more glass