without samba life's a bore
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like a game without score
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or a pencil with no lead and no boucing in your bed
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i need samba for my head
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now with samba i'm alive it's a state for which i strive
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need no continental fling it's a monumental thing
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and a cause of which i sing
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i know no dance so apropos
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that will show my sleepy coracao
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in my pre sambastic day i existed in a haze
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lived a life you could ignore, now i'm positively sure
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with out sambalife's a bore
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i hear the thunder when it's near
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samba says may i fill you up with cheer
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without samba where the heat
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where the music there the beat
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here it once you'll go in sane, as you holler tudobem
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feel the samba feel no pain
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Without Samba
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| Ladies Talk |
