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🤖 Música composta e produzida por Inteligência Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Smoke curls in the neon haze, Words hit hard like a loaded phrase, Eyes lock, the night ignites, Fists talk loud in the corner fights. Shadows dance on cracked-out floors, Voices rise behind slammed doors, Truths drop raw and unrefined, Strangers clash but souls align. [Pre-Chorus] Storm’s brewing in the air, Electric pulse everywhere, Crowded room, but you’re alone, Till we find a common tone. [Chorus] From fire and flame to something new, We break it down, then break on through. Raging worlds, then hand in hand, Late-night rebels make a stand. From fight to friend, the lines all blur, Corner pub tales that stir. Fight or fall, but we’ll ascend— Turn the noise to no pretend. [Verse] Words like knives, they slash and bind, But underneath, a heart you'll find. Grimy walls and shattered pride, Still we’re searching, side by side. Breathless shouts turn softer now, A quiet truce beneath the row, Bitter fights that don’t pretend, Wounds that heal and scars that mend. [Pre-Chorus] Storm’s brewing in the air, Electric pulse everywhere, Crowded room, but you’re alone, Till we find a common tone. [Chorus] From fire and flame to something new, We break it down, then break on through. Raging worlds, then hand in hand, Late-night rebels make a stand. From fight to friend, the lines all blur, Corner pub tales that stir. Fight or fall, but we’ll ascend— Turn the noise to no pretend. [Bridge] Under cracked light bulbs and spilled pints, We trace the edges of our fights. Rage dissolves into a smile, Last call friendship, after while. Hear the heartbeat—fast and raw, Broken words become our law. [Chorus] From fire and flame to something new, We break it down, then break on through. Raging worlds, then hand in hand, Late-night rebels make a stand. From fight to friend, the lines all blur, Corner pub tales that stir. Fight or fall, but we’ll ascend— Turn the noise to no pretend. [Outro] Breath fades in the morning light, What was lost comes back tonight. From corner screams to whispered friends, The story circles, never ends.

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