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By David Fonseca, I thought we were good
but I just can't sleep
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By David Fonseca, No one can love me the way that you do
Yeah,
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By David Fonseca, Quando dormes
E te esqueces
O que vês
Tu quem
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By David Fonseca, Lo_ove
Come down and lay right next to me
Co_old
We'll be like
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By David Fonseca, Don't you cry when we're through
I got a cold
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By David Fonseca, I'll lit the fire, lit the fire tonight
I see your
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By David Fonseca, You are tired
From all the golden coins you threw
In the
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By David Fonseca, I dream in colours,
I drift in circles,
The falling
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By David Fonseca, You want to drink my soul
'Till your heart is
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By David Fonseca, In this little town
cars they don't slow down
The
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By David Fonseca, You don’t understand me now,
I wonder if you ever
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By David Fonseca, You lit the magic candles
You blew them out and sparked
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By David Fonseca, So when the fight is over,
And the storm is
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By David Fonseca, Your fingers taste like magnets
They suck on my tongue
Begging for
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By David Fonseca, Lower your voice an octave
Get yourself together
Whatever you've done
It's forgiven
Don't
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By David Fonseca, You're white
Like an angry ghost
But you can't scare me
You fear
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By David Fonseca, When you walked in the room
Moving on Vaseline
Coated in petals
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By David Fonseca, Owner of her heart (x3)
She throws smiles and breaks theirs
No
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By David Fonseca, One more strive
Of the drink and drive
With the crashes within
One
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By David Fonseca, Faces that look familiar
They advertise their illness
On national
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By David Fonseca, She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine
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By David Fonseca, It’s me, and you, and all the things we do,
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By David Fonseca, I'm swimming in pasty waters, drunken flowers
Leftovers of some great
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By David Fonseca, So this is how it feels to be young
Let's turn
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By David Fonseca, You locked up your heart
You wake up with tears and
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By David Fonseca, I never really understood that stuff
Days fall into nights
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By David Fonseca, Turn it up
Burn it up
Falling down strait line
I see your
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By David Fonseca, Summer comes
With tacky souvenirs
Of all the stupid things we've done
Every
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By David Fonseca, Your heart is broken
And you don't seem to mind
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By David Fonseca, We're caught in a trap
And I can't walk out until
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