... ... met you in the belly of a whale the water is your friend and down down you go gonna buy you a red dress and put feathers in your hair .. .. ghosts and lovers they ramble the walls haunt you
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... ... all the different voices of your name all the lies and slow the drug of mine would they holler.. sycamore feeling ...
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porque há momentos de uma beleza indescritível. e intemporal
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trying to fix my mind and keep hard my cloudy shoes
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... ... tickle tears out from my eyes switch of the light
.. .. through my walls i hear ring .. missing you
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... ... separated by skin 'til we let ourselves in this is the closest i've come to touching you the way i want ..
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still watching for dragons
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... ... in between there's always someone .. .. and all you want is her eyes on you that's a lie maybe this slow burn treason is better than the crash .. everything is fine.except the time
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... ... climbed to the top but just missed the descending arc was gone left behind were the traces the most beautiful colors they wrap her trail in a taunting gesture i want to lift my hands show me warmth ... ... and when i can feel with my sun hands i promise not to lose her again ..
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... ... ..."my alphabet angels come out to play".. ...
strawberries cherries and an angel`s kiss in spring my summer wine is really made from all these things
... ... há ruas tão compridas que perdem as esquinas no passado. de ruas assim, devia sair-se a meio. como no intervalo de um filme. .. .. créditos finais de vazios imensos. ou de indiferença. há ruas que doem mais. ou cidades demasiado pequeninas.
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.. ... then suddenly stars fell down one by one undressed the big blue room horizontal verti-calling movements traveled light traveled time traveled thoughts .. ..
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my helicopter heart ..
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... ... tu, que tens segredos mal escondidos na ponta dos dedos, não os enfies pela garganta. aproximam-se demasiado de choros compulsivos. ... ...
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... ... ladies born into dead ends, men with the maybes looking for endings, sick of the self loved loser, the exit that rules the ruling of what will be, destroyers who never wore dresses. ... ... my love is for my man
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... ... lutte permanente contre soi-même ses passions ses faiblesses cet autre moi le reflet ...
i will playthe mirror man ..
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.. existem tectos feitos para guardar estrelas. ou chuvas miudinhas. ou corpos no mesmo baloiço .. ..
