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o imaginário de uma teutooriental tupiniquim


 
músicas 

classificadas por gênero
de acordo com a tabela kk musical

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New Order

Bizarre Love Triangle
[mas eu gosto é da versão do frente]

every time i think of you
i get a shot right throgh
in to a bolt of blue
it's no problem of mine
but it's a problem i find
living the life that i can't leave behind
there's no sense in telling me
the wisdom of a fool won't set you free
but that's the way that it goes
and it's what nobody knows
and every day my confusion grows

every time i see you falling
i get down on my knees and pray
i'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words
that i can't say

i feel fine and i feel good
i feel like i never should
whenever i get this way
i just don't know what to say
how can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

i'm not sure what this could mean
i don't think you are what you seem
i do admit to myself
that if i hurt someone else
then i'll never see just what we're meant to be

every time i see you falling
i get down on my knees and pray
i'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words
that i can't say


 


 
   
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