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De ver voce na minha frente
Trocando de roupa....
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I don't mind the silver threads in your hair
Silver moonbeams that cast themselves upon your temples
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O vento me rodea, e eu sinto o seu cheiro
Seu cheiro viril de hortelã e capoeira
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"a proteção desse lugar;
lavar a alma, lavar a alma....."
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now im fucking lost in the back woods of my
own psychotic mind, stuck in the rosebush of
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I am finished, almost ashamed
To actually turn in my sloppy homework
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Your fucking lab rat, your experimentation tube
Do whatever you want
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Peace and war interlaced
Screams and curses and prayers from above
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Anjos e diabos dançeram
Paz e guerra entrelaços
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great god
but it was a hard couple of days
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so break out the hammers and the
sweet nothings
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Too scary for just a mere boy
What I need is a strong MAN
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I wonder if you can see behind my eyes
What am I really trying to say?
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Melt into his never thought
I'd like brown eyes
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Raindrops singing their song as they pummel the ground
Their taps etching their names into my mind
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the thunder calls to me
begging my name to be answered somehow
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Maybe I can learn from you
A silent apprentice
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But no one dares to utter those fated words
For the fear of their own lives complicating
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Can you believe that the homesickness
Is only a few months away?
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Please, tell me
What happened to us?
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Who will be the mediator
Of you and I
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You boys
Changed my whole outlook on life in a single night
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The fine straight nose and the pouty lips were most definetly reality
Could the tawny-olive skin be a trick?
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And she's a true individual to me
A true believer in goodness,
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I made my decision and simply
Walked away
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So much within my grasp
But to choose could end so much
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The consequences are beyond my comprehensive ability
But the rewards are so much more
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FUCKING CRAZY doesn't even begin to cover it
And trust me, the fifth floor won't help
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But what you don't see
Is that I'm proud of being a "Hick"
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I'm in love with a guy named Corndog
Yes, that's right, Corndog
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What would I do
Without pickles?
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I've tried to understand, to get inside your head
But when it comes to emotion you might as well be dead
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