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As I walk these narrow streetswhere a million passing feet have tried before meWith my guitar in my hand suddenlyI realize nobody knows meWhere yesterday the multitude screamedand cried my name out for a songThe day the streets are emptyand the crowds have all gone homeI pass a million houses but there is no place where I belongAll I knew to give it was song after song after songAll the truth I try to tell you were as distant to you as the moonBorn 200 years too late and 200 years too soonI'm a child of this age locked inside the pages of your bookAnd when I am but dust and clay and other children stop take lookWell they marble at the miracles I did before themAnd to the heights I did inspiredOr will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fireWith the rain on my face there is no place where I belongDid you forget the folk singer so soon?And did you forget my song?
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Modo Palco
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ENCONTRE OUTRA
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Respiração, aquecimento, afinação e extensão vocal.