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Colorful, colorful
Hard to get painted black
Beautiful, beautiful
Doesn't know maniac
Fragile soul, fragile soul
Never knows how to act
Give me back, give me back
Give me that beautiness
You don't know how to say
You don't know how to aye
You just go shout around
You become maniac
What if the birds don't know how to sing anymore, to sing anymore?
What if it hurts you so, it hurts you so? I heard this is Fado
What if the birds don't know how to sing anymore, to sing anymore?
What if it hurts you so, it hurts you so? I heard this is Fado
This is Fado, this is Fado
This is Fado, this is Fado, this is Fado
Run away, run away
No one can make you stay
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