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nunca em toda minha vida
de nossos lugares escondidos
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
se eu for muito certo
eu tenho que dizer good-night

 



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