Pano de Chão
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Floorcloth
You thought it was her
The big moment to get out of the mud
And live very well
You believed, in a guy with a flower on his lapel
The high-class type who only gave hundred-dollar bills
And you traded me, for this fake thug
Leaving aside a real thug
Embedding in my chest the cruel betrayal
Mocking fate, headed North
Showing off, in a sea of ambition
But today I find you fallen in life
In total loneliness
A great love made me suffer without compassion
A false love I saw bringing disillusionment
The lack of love made loneliness revive
That resides inside my heart
Regretful you want to start over
It still burns, now it's too late to cry
It was so vulgar and only paid to mess up
Get it, I'm not a floorcloth
For you to step on me
