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Aquinada is the same
Alexandre Pires
Here you see me wasted among your things,
Swallowing the bitter hours,
Sinking in this silence.
Here you see me leave living my life,
Stuck to your photography,
missing you so much,
as the days go by,
nostalgia floods me,
sadness the feeling .
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That here without you nothing is the same
You feel afraid,
That the walls of this home
Are full of memories,
That Here without you things are terrible for me
That I love you
That if you come back my soul
My soul returns to my body.
Here you see me begging you to come back
May you forgive me and understand
That I cannot bear this exile.
Here you see me only as a man
To whom you have given a hard blow
And who burns slow fire,
And you who don't call me...the distance is harder,
The sadness, the feeling.
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So much loneliness
Can't stand it
My mind and my body.
That has me very bad
So much loneliness...
And I'm dying...
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