Vontade de chorar toda vez que penso que eles estiveram “ao meu lado” e eu não fui vê-los.
You fly, with angels’ wings
You got my, blood in your veins
And your eyes, see everything
And they shine, like diamond rings
You’re my Sunday
You make my Monday, come alive
Just like Tuesday, you’re a new day
That wakes me up
Wednesday’s raining
Thursday’s yearning,
For Friday nights
Then it all ends at the weekend, you’re my star
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