Por vezes o mais simples toque significa mais que mil palavras.
Dou por mim tantas vezes a olhar para o nós e a pensar que tudo é tão bonito, tudo é tão intenso, tão nosso ... que tenho medo de perder tal intimidade.
Quero criar algo mais profundo ainda, algo ainda mais duradouro, algo mais tudo...
Só preciso de uma coisa, de um nós unido, um nós só nosso...
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Well Worn Hand
Editors
Wake up my love
Today I heard some bad news
Just what are we all supposed to do?
I won't let them get to you
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
Take my well worn hand
Let's lock ourselves away
We'll never, ever step outside
We'll curl up in a ball and hide
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
I'm so sorry for the things that they've done
I'm so sorry about what we've all become
Today I heard some bad news
Just what are we all supposed to do?
I won't let them get to you
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
Take my well worn hand
Let's lock ourselves away
We'll never, ever step outside
We'll curl up in a ball and hide
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
I don't want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
I'm so sorry for the things that they've done
I'm so sorry about what we've all become
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