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When the tide wants to cover them
In the heart of the night,
They pay with promises the golden boys.
How do those happy guys act?
How their festive grins shine?
If they caress ass cakes,
Healthy, very strong and sugary.
Sweating doesn't change their streak, no;
They have the game in their blood, and they go
Bold, beautiful golden boys.
Living in fear of waking up from their dreams!
They go as suburban vampires.
Digital Adidas!
Injectable Pepsi and... give me more, give me more!
What a miraculous day today!
They withdraw as they keep winning,
That's their sweet macumba
For girls who wear a shawl of martyrdom.
Those superpowered boys
Today engage in Spartan play,
Like tongues of fire that sweep away
Everything they can in their path.
They give discounts to good friends
For a couple of masochistic tattoos,
And they pay with promises the golden boys.