naquelas de abrir excessão e postar uma letra inteira na falta das palavras. ou mesmo quando as palavras são um tremendo clichê. é por isso que eu não abandono, e eles não me abandonam. a minha melhor banda do mundo, com o melhor nome do mundo (e o melhor homem do mundo?), Faith No More:

Small Victory
(Patton)

A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance

A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut

A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?

A sore winner
But I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me
But it does

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
The little nothings
They keep me thinking
That someday

I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me
But it does

IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WONT HEAR

You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear
You still won't hear

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É, Brazilsão véio.