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Guerra dos santos - Trabalhando during the week como um bourgeois' dog Lyrics



Guerra dos santos - Trabalhando during the week como um bourgeois' dog Lyrics
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Take, take your time!
I'll try my best to make you mine
And I know it won't come true
But I can't accept the truth
Wake, wake my soul!
I'll cry at best
I still have hopes
And we know, it won't come true
Yet, they can't accept the truth
"I don't love you"
I don't love you
I deeply know
You're the one who cares
But I insist into greed
I felt your smile
And that feeling is priceless
You're everything one could ask
When I try to have you for a while
It stands wrong, still, I see your smile
The faithful man happily give his soul
As I feel it hasn't to be wrong
The void comes, nothing to recover
Until I appear, just to make it cover
I see beneath the pretty heat of lovers
I can't stand as just the other lover
Do I live for an oddly weak behave
I have those who love, still, I rather stick
With the unsecure sinful will
For your words have frightened me
And I so sorry for letting it be
I'm so weird, you're just so good
Pretend you love to make it through
I am so sorry
I'm so sorry
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Take, take your time!
I'll try my best to make you mine
And I know it won't come true
But I can't accept the truth
Wake, wake my soul!
I'll cry at best
I still have hopes
And we know, it won't come true
Yet, they can't accept the truth
"I don't love you"
I don't love you
I deeply know
You're the one who cares
But I insist into greed
I felt your smile
And that feeling is priceless
You're everything one could ask
When I try to have you for a while
It stands wrong, still, I see your smile
The faithful man happily give his soul
As I feel it hasn't to be wrong
The void comes, nothing to recover
Until I appear, just to make it cover
I see beneath the pretty heat of lovers
I can't stand as just the other lover
Do I live for an oddly weak behave
I have those who love, still, I rather stick
With the unsecure sinful will
For your words have frightened me
And I so sorry for letting it be
I'm so weird, you're just so good
Pretend you love to make it through
I am so sorry
I'm so sorry
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Writer: Matheus Santos
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