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domingo, 9 de dezembro de 2007


if i kiss you where it's sore
if i kiss you where it's sore
will you feel better, better, better?
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better?
will you feel anything at all?

born like sisters to this world
in a town where blood ties are only blood
if you never say your name out loud to anyone
then can never ever call you by it

if i kiss you where it's sore
if i kiss you where it's sore
will you feel better, better, better?
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better?
will you feel anything at all?

you're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder,
getting sadder
and I don't understand, and I don't understand
but if I kiss you where it's sore
if I kiss you where it's sore
will you feel better, better, better?
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better ?
will you feel anything at all?
anything at all
will you feel anything at all?
anything at all
will you feel anything at all?
anything at all...


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hi, honey... fiz de tudo para não pensar em ti ou buscar notícias suas nessas últimas semanas, but this night i confesso que não resisti... and, pelo visto, u continua não estando bem, assim como eu... é uma pena.#