Momentos Confusos (no fundo; Só)

I only meant to make my emotions clear.

Things aren't quite as they seem inside my domain
A thorn in your side / a child to protect / that claims he's free.

I've already made my bed / like it or not.

These comforts to me / and these crosses to bare

with which (I) we live.

Strong enough to hold you

starved for some affection.

Baby(but) I can't drag you into this mess!

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Well I feel deep in your heart there are wounds Time can't heal

And I feel / somebody somewhere is trying to breathe

Well you know what I mean

It's a world gone crazy

Keeps Woman in Chains

So Free Her

So Free Her

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Lock the doors We'll leave the world outside / All I've got to give to you

Are these five words tonight:

Thank you for loving me / For being my eyes / When I couldn't see / For parting my lips / When I couldn't breathe

Thank you for loving me

This Romeo is bleeding

But you can't see his blood

It's nothing but some feelings

That this old dog kicked up

Now your pictures that you left behind / Are just memories of a different life

Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair / To touch your lips, to hold you near

When you say your prayers, try to understand

I've made mistakes (and hurted you), I'm just a man

If you told me to cry for you / I could

Take a look at my face

Livin’ on a prayer

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She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret. May be my treasure, or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song the summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things, within the measure of a day.
She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dreams. The smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.

She who always seems so happy in a crowd. Who's eyes can be so private and so proud. No one's allowed to see them when they cry. She may be the love that cannot hope to last. That comes indeed from shadows in the past, that I remember till the day I die.
She may be the one I'll care for.
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs.

> All the best, T. (do fundo do coração) <

Cortesia (Cock Robin; Tears For Fears; Bon Jovi; Elvis Costello)