she knows the human heart and how to read the stars.
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I’m unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You’re slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You’ve never seen the lonely me at all.
E não parece justo que as suas palavras maléficas consigam me segurar.
Não, não parece certo tomar informações dadas intimamente, para silenciar, constranger e atacar.
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be?
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same.
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