Fantasmas do passado, fantasmas do presente que não saem nem desaparecem.
Na eminência.Farta.
Do you wake up on your own?
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults
And I'll do anythin' you ever dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults
And I'll do anythin' you ever dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothin' that fall
Put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
não é treta quando se diz que 3 é demais..
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