Mas eu ainda me sinto triste.. por mim. Comigo.
Porque eu decidi espalhar as palavras sobre a mesa, e eu não sei se elas cairão e quebrarão a seguir.
Qualquer coisa que me salve.
Let's try!
Talvez tudo bom volte.. ou saiam do planejado.
'With an ironclad fist i wake up and french kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking
About all of the things that i long to believe,
About love, the truth and what you mean to me.
And the truth is, baby, you're all that i need.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight i sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away
Each step that i take is on my way home
(...)
I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that i'd die to defend.'
Let's try!
Talvez tudo bom volte.. ou saiam do planejado.
'With an ironclad fist i wake up and french kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking
About all of the things that i long to believe,
About love, the truth and what you mean to me.
And the truth is, baby, you're all that i need.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight i sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away
Each step that i take is on my way home
(...)
I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that i'd die to defend.'
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