Música e Letra: Hugo Pinto

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Politicians don’t work for me
They’re just some fat cats

Playing puppeteers
They’re pulling strings I can’t even see
Guess I’m doomed from the start
To lose this war

 

I'm bound to great things,

I'm bound to love
I’m a son of a gun with a rose to go
But if you cut my legs how can I pursuit
That so-called happiness?

 

I, I’m alive
Inside this young soul, Inside this mind
There’s something you
You can’t never reach

 

I’m weak to the bone,

Can’t see a way out
My generation is cursed for life!
Am I overreacting?
Then tell me what you’d say
If you were in my shoes

 

'Cause I, I’m alive
Inside this young soul,

Inside this mind
There’s something you
You can’t never...

I, I’m alive
Inside this young soul,

Inside this mind
There’s something you
You can’t never reach

Am I in my fifth dementia?

 

Now I'm bound to small things
I'm bound to hate
Like a son of a bitch

With a gun in his hand
And if you screw me up

How can I not pull
This trigger on you?

 

Barely, Barely alive
Inside these young souls
Inside these minds
There’s just lost shattered dreams
In the past
 

Barely, barely alive
Inside these young souls
Inside these minds
There’s nothing, nothing
You have took it all
Am I in my fifth dementia?

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Piano, Baixo, Bateria, Percussões
Electrónicas e Coros: Hugo Pinto;
Coros: André Sousa
Voz: João Rodrigues