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When she said, 
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"Don't waste your words, they're just lies," 
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I cried she was deaf.             
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And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, 
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Then said, "What else you got left?" 
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It was then that I got up to leave 
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But she said, "Don't forget, 
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Everybody must give something back 
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For something they get." 
    
I stood there and hummed, 
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. 
And she buttoned her boot, 
And straightened her suit, 
Then she said, "Don't get cute." 
So I forced my hands in my pockets 
And felt with my thumbs, 
And gallantly handed her 
My very last piece of gum. 
 
She threw me outside, 
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. 
And after finding I'd 
Forgotten my shirt, 
I went back and knocked. 
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, 
And I tried to make sense 
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair 
That leaned up against . . . 
 
Her Jamaican rum 
And when she did come, I asked her for some. 
She said, "No, dear." 
I said, "Your words aren't clear, 
You'd better spit out your gum." 
She screamed till her face got so red 
Then she fell on the floor, 
And I covered her up and then 
Thought I'd go look through her drawer. 
 
And, when I was through 
I filled up my shoe 
And brought it to you. 
And you, you took me in, 
You loved me then 
You didn't waste time. 
And I, I never took much, 
I never asked for your crutch. 
Now don't ask for mine. 
 
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Contribuição: Vitor Machado Bringel Bezerra(vitor276@yahoo.com.br)