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Smallish mouse of the FavelasHands cut off at the urging of the good onesTwist the stip of your wristLeave the last of your sinLeave the stip of your armAs you wait for the lost oneOh what is the first thing you'll touch?What are the first mosquito that you'll crush me?On the pink bare glassWill you smash it on the wallJust be glad that you can drink from where they get itLittle mouse of the FavelasHands to be transplanted by the grace of Portuguese cherryOh what is the first thing you'll touch?What are the first mosquito that you'll crush me?On the pink bare glassWill you smash it on the wallJust be glad that you can drink from it againBleed a scar on your wrist Worse than the one you passed outBut those fix only thatalthough Iberia(?) has caused all your angstOh what is the first thing you'll touchWhat are the first tarantula that you'll crush meOn the pink bare glassWill you smash it on the wallJust be glad you can drink from where they get it From Letras Mania