"She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure of lens, I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies"
E então minha calma veio... Meu sossego.
Você me traz paz.
Você me traz paz.
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