Favella Music

Monday morning and the sun starts to break
Upon the street
Up on the hill, all the people awake
With no shoes on their feet

Walking down a million concrete steps
That they know so well
Into the city like locusts they come
From a living hell

They're just dreaming 'bout Friday night
When they go to Mangueira and feel alright
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Attracted by the glare of neon lights
To the city they come
Packed like cattle in the back of a truck
In the burning sun

Each one hoping for the things he knows
Are so out of reach
Soon winds up another disillusioned person
Sleeping somewhere on the beach

When he's had enough, he just cries out loud
Then he goes to the city and steals from the crowd
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Standing on the corner with his eyes
So big and so round
"Hey now, mister, won't you buy me a juice?"
He says looking 'round

But everybody just turns a blind eye
And they go on their way
(Yeah, they do)
But no matter, come rain or come shine
He's there every day

He ain't got no future, they're just keeping him down
But when it comes to football, he steals the crown
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