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Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don't translate
And it's getting
Quite late
So please
Don't stay in touch
Catarse de sentimentos que não desejo guardar nas gavetas. Minha vida é sentir tudo até o fim. Enquanto existir perfume francês e poesia eu respiro.
When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I’m very good with plants
When my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you oooh oh
You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling and arms too long
I wait for him to catch me
Waiting for you to embrace me
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