She sings the songs , the words she knows , the tune she hums .
But oh , how it feels so real lying here with no one near ; only you .
And you can hear me when I say softly , slowly :
Hold me closer , count the headlights on the highway .
Lay me down in sheets of linen .

(...)

Pretty eyed .
Pirate smile .



- I have to go home …
- You are home …

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Eu pulo de alguns telhados , dou um pouco de dor de cabeça , mas esse é o meu lugar ...
E só sei ser dessa maneira .