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A Cisma
Bem por trás do que eu queria dizer
Uma cisma que eu não sei aceitar
Eu convivo com o medo de ter
Novas mentiras para o mundo brincar
Na construção de tão clara figura
Escapou-te o tempo dentro desta prisão
Falar é fácil mas a doença tem cura
Se nada existe é por alguma razão
Υποβλήθηκε από 
Lemoncholic στις 2012-08-09
Lemoncholic στις 2012-08-09Μετάφραση
The suspicion
Behind the thing that I was going to say
there is a suspicion that I can't accept it.
I've been afraid of having
new lies for world to play.
In the construction of such a clear figure,
your time, in this jail, ran out
Easier said than done, but the illness has no cure
If nothing exists, there's one reason
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Υποβλήθηκε από 
dowlenon1 στις 2012-09-03
dowlenon1 στις 2012-09-03Προστέθηκε προς απάντηση στο αίτημα του Lemoncholic
Lemoncholic Foge Foge Bandido: Κορυφαία 3
| 1. | Borboleta |
| 2. | Meu amor está perto |
| 3. | Ninguém É Quem Queria Ser |
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