
Acabamos por esconder intenções que são vistas a olho nú. Sentamos-nos, falamos sobre o controlo que é costume ter. Os motivos e argumentos que nos levam a ceder. Aguentamos o choque. O que não mata, fortalece.
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Miss you.
Maybe surrounded by A million people I Still feel all alone I just wanna go home Oh, I miss you, you know And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you Each one a line or two “I’m fine baby, how are you?” I’m just too far from where you are I wanna come home
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