Apr 2015
I don't think I'll ever get used
To your lips whispering goodbye
While I beg you not to go
I know, it's fruitless effort,
But maybe if I keep trying
You won't storm out of the door anymore
To your lips whispering goodbye
While I beg you not to go
I know, it's fruitless effort,
But maybe if I keep trying
You won't storm out of the door anymore
(Brazil)
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