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Dec 2016
Cry cry cry, she used to do in her bed
Be fine, fine, fine used to say her mother up in the sky
Well, well, well I'm not Machiavel
Go, go, go towards what you desire sweet girl

Say, say, say loud and clear so the world can hear your sound
Of your voice singing down, down, down no more, ******* clowns

My bag is full with mysteries
My money is all gone with Tiffany

Wine, cigarettes and music on the radio is all I have left
Is fine by me, cause I still can see her walking towards me
On the top of the horizon, naked, pure and immaculate

Don't be afraid, try again and again and again
We are here and there and one day no more

Until than, we rock and roll, get up and will disappearΒ Β 
For now I say: Laugh, ******* and forget

In the end you and I might end up like to animals
Behind bars, lost and speechless
But not alone, not in the dark, not comparing our faults

Tomorrow will come and you will be sit in the sun looking at me like I'm no one.

Love, love, love is all we have
For now, forever and after my dear

Lies are good, make us see trough the complexity of our miserable truths
Say no more, I know I'm no good

But I ilke that.
Felipe Carvalho Matos
Written by
Felipe Carvalho Matos  Galway
(Galway)   
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