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março 09, 2004
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When you ask me to sing it feels my heart would burst with pride
And I look at your face and tears come to my eyes
All that's harsh and wrong in my life melts into one sweet song
And my love spreads wings like a glad bird flying over the road
I know you take pleasure in my singing
I know that only when I sing do you hear me
Cuz then I touch things I can't touch I touch parts of you I really can't touch
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call you my friend
I'm here to sing you songs
In your room I have a corner seat
In your world I have no work to do
My life can only break out in songs that have no purpose
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Posted by parada at março 9, 2004 12:36 PM
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