The city's asleep, the street fires burn|Her gaze is ablaze with soft concern|The children may fall, the children may rise|All of them tears that fill her eyes||She's loved by the world, they dance at her feet|But how they forget when no one sees|The children who starve, no warmth from the flame|The lessons of lust will claim their shame||Your wealth is controlled by the few|I'm watching the world come to you||See how they want you, brazil|See how they taunt you, brazil|The world wants to steal your soul, brazil|Sister, don't lose control now||They dance through your past, they dance through your pain|Their wanderlust lost in you again|The children may fall, but see how they rise|To dry all those tears that fill your eyes||Revolt in the streets and voices that cry|Justice in truth, no compromise|If love is the law, it's so ninety-three|Brazil, will you set your children free?||Your wealth is controlled by the few|I'm watching the world come to you||See how they want you, brazil|See how they taunt you, brazil|The world wants to steal your soul, brazil|Sister, don't lose control now||Where are you missions now? Where is the gold?|Promised you everyone ages ago|Your wealth is controlled by the few|I'm watching the world come to you|Brazil|I'm watching the world come to you|Brazil|I'm watching the world come to you|

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