Ainda teima
em ser bom... e queima
O infinito
desgosto de não poder
Deixar o
próprio corpo
F.
BULA:
Radiohead
Give Up The Ghost
Don’t hurt me
Don’t haunt me
Don’t hurt me
Don’t haunt me
Gather up the lost and sold (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
Gather up the pitiful (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
What seems impossible (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
I think I have had my fill (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
I think I should give up the ghost (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
In your arms (Don’t haunt me)
In your arms (Don’t hurt me)
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