| I told my ma, about the town I love so well
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| My time will come, raising up my family
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| I’m leaving for an island, way down in the south
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| Where the roads are curved and dusty with no names
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| The people’s so inviting, they’re smiling everywhere
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| With a tempo I can share
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| I told my ma, about the town I love so well
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| My time will come, raising up my family
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| I’d like to get together, where there’s samba in the streets
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| In a tropical favela to the beats
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| In Santa Catarina, a hot summer night
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| Are you ready, to ignite?
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| I told my ma, about the town I love so well
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| My time will come, raising up my family
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| I said
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| Oh oh hungry eyes, hungry eyes
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| My apprise, all for you
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| Oh, hungry eyes
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| Until the morning’s arise
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| I told my ma, about the town I love so well
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| My time will come, raising up my family
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| I told my ma, about the town I love so well
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| I told my ma, about the town I love
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| My time will come, raising up my family
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| I told my ma, about the town I love |