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We're two drifters, two lovers with no scrap of future |
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A dying couple on the dank streets of Lisbon |
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Will our fear be enough to make us feel alive? |
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Why am I trying to live through you? |
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Would you like kids, Odete? |
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Motherhood means giving up some of your life |
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Your hands are beautiful, Odete |
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Touch me but now let me lose myself |
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My life so empty that gives nothing more |
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Than the days spent with you |
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I feel your hysterical jerking of my hips |
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I'm trying to believe you, touching your lips |
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Please, please tell me, Odete |
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Could you replace your lover with me? |
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Convincing yourself to love is the |
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To love is the hardest thing |
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You'll dance on my grave |
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And you'll fuck my soul |
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You have the right to lie to me too |
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I spy on you and envy the love that bound you |
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I want to try to understand where |
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The joy starts n fades |
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Death didn't take him away |
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Relieve him through me |
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I'm vulgar, I'm crazy and I'm loving you |
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C'mon Odete |
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Sleep on my tomb |