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I find it hard to say that everything is alright

Don't look at me that way, like everything is alright,

'cause my own eyes can see through all your false pretenses

But what you fail to see is all the consequences

You think our lives are cheap and easy to be wasted

As history repeats, so foul that you can taste it

And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it

His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it

And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it

Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace it.


Lauryn Hill

9 comentários:

  1. I find it hard to say everything is alrightum beijinho (:

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  2. oiço e sorrio, sem se ver.

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  3. estou cansada Madu - parece que luto por todos e ninguém é capaz de me sorrir de volta. sim, que eu já nem penso que lutem por mim, que peguem pontas soltas e façam nós presos.

    peço que me sejam a simpatia que agora foste, querida :')

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  4. adoro a voz dela e a letra é linda *

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  5. Tenho uma coisa para ti no meu blog.

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  6. algo te espera no meu cantinho*

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