Por favor, dime… dime… só dime, quen reside no meu interior? Neste mundo deturpado, minha figura se torna cada vez mais translúcida, até que eu não possa mais ser visto.
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While you are away My comes undone Slowly unravels In a ball of yarn The collects it With a grin Our love In a ball of yarn He'll return it So when you come back We'll have to make new love He'll return it When you come back We'll have to make new love While you are away My comes undone Slowly unravels In a ball of yarn The collects it With a grin Our love, our love, In a ball of yarn He'll return it When you come back We'll have to make new love He'll return it When you come back We'll have to make new love He'll return it When you come back We'll have to make new love.
Scrobbling is when Last.
You can dye it with Soft Pastels! In deze verwrongen wereld, wordt mijn vorm steeds meer en meer doorzichtig, totdat het zelfs niet meer te zien is.
Sono rotto, rotto nel centro di questo mondo.