Me,
A mystery unsolved
The trigger of a revolver
Which has never been pulled...
Me,
A part of you
That you just hate
And never want to see...
Me,
A question mark,
A whale, a shark,
Maybe too dark,
Maybe too deep...
Quem era aquela moça Que ficou à janela? Passei por ela, há alguns dias, E quase a reconheci. Seus olhos tinham um brilho estranho, O sorr...
Maybe, we are an big mistery.
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