"You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."
e vamos carregando, mais um que se foi.
Eu tento, com disciplina e eu continuo, na risca.
por: cegonha velha obesa.

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olheiras estão por vim
e le petit vizinho
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