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terça-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2011
O destruidor
Nunca antes ter ouvido que destruí algo foi tão doloroso.
Você destriu algo que era meu...
Mas que infortúnio. Já tinha ouvido isso dias antes.
A real é que não passei da fase de um grande destruidor.
Mas juro, só queria pedir perdão...
You tell me that you're leaving, and I'm trying to understand
I had myself believing I could take it like a man
But if you gotta go, then you gotta know that's killing me
And all the things I never seem to show, I gotta make you see
Girl it's been so long, (now, tell me) tell me how could it be
One of us knows the two of us don't belong in each others company
It hurts so much inside, you're telling me goodbye, you wanna be free
And knowin' that you're gone and leavin' me behind
I gotta make you see, I gotta make you see, I gotta make you see
That I still love you, I love you
I really, I really love you, I still love you
Now, people tell me I should win by any cost
But now I see as the smoke clears away, the battle has been lost
I see it in your eyes, you never have to lie, I'm out of your life
Tonight I'll dream a way that you can still be mine
But I'm dreamin' a lie, dreamin' a lie, makes me wanna die
Marcelo Sendon
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