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Well the dogs were barking at a new moon. Whistling a new tune. Hoping it would come soon... And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away. And the sky was falling. And the clouds were dropping. And the rain forgot how to bring salvation. The dogs were barking at the new moon. Whistling a new tune. Hoping it would come soon. So that they could die.

POR: B (14:12) | ARQUIVADO EM: Letras | Nelly Furtado |

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