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Eu preciso te falar uma coisa
Eu vou mudar, Irmão do Jorel
Você vai mudar no fim do ano?
No fim da tarde
Não fica assim!
De repente a gente se encontra
Em pensamento, sonho

Lately, I've been struggling
Separating seriousness from light hearted comments
They all blend inside my head
If that weren't me, I would laugh
But there's no one else in frame
I don't see the joke
The irony in dirty busses home
In acting like no one would еver know
I tried hard to to shut myself up
Until I couldn't stop
Throwing up on thе floor
Trying to solve
Oh, some riddle that's not there at all
Am I heaven-sent if I keep this body?
Selfishly waiting and selfishly rotting

There's a merit to it all
Bet your money on yourself
There's no getting out of this one
No one coming for your help