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Meses e meses
Amores sem jeito
Meses e anos no meio do nada
Velhos segredos
Que ficam guardados
Meses e meses
Amores sem jeito
Oh my God
To wade upstream
Oh my God
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All the time
Trying to survive
Ticking clocks
Covered up in vines
This is not a fantasy
Cause we are more
Than I could dream
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
Eu nao posso acreditar
Em castelos de arreia
Que vao cair
Que o mar logo vai tirar
We pass our days
Trapped inside an ancient maze
In the same dark haze
Every soul has graced
The rules are just
Illusory
Cause our minds are held
By gravity
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
Mas eu posso acreditar
Que tem algo na alma
Que liga tudo
Em cada respiracao
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
All the time
All the time
This is not a fantasy
Cause we are more
Than I could dream
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
Eu nao posso acreditar
Em castelos de arreia
Que vao cair
Que o mar logo vai tirar
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
Por enquanto eu nao veijo voce
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Will I Still Call You Friend
All the clamor
Dark, dark places
Clinking glasses
Familiar Faces
And when it all ends
Will I still call you friend?
And when it all ends
Dirty bathrooms
Fire hazards
After parties
Morning disasters
And when it all ends
Will I still call you friend?
And when it all ends
A man-made idol
His cross to bear
Emaciated
A mess of hair
But you’d do anything
To go backstage
Spend your paycheck
In a rage
And when it all ends
Will I still call you friend?
And when it all ends
Broken glasses
Unfamiliar faces
Walking the line
With untied shoelaces
Thinking forever
Counting our paces
Will I??????
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Mother Country
04:41
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The reactor is out
The lights turn red
And like a needle without thread
The captain's orders come as dares
His men like fish gasping on air
The hold their breath as they descend
Carried to what will be their end
The first commander of the ship
Wields a sword and cracks a whip
Leads his men as they go down
In a song without a sound
Hold you breath as you go down
Think of sweet things as you drown
All the roses from our hands
Don't cover the skulls collecting sand
Your leader tells both you and I
To go back home and live our lives
But how can you when you have lost
Your songs whose gloried lives had crossed?
Double crossed
Stiffled screams control your mind
Sinking to hell, no precious time
All the roses from our hands
Don't cover skulls collecting sand
So you return, Mother Country
Whose back is broken whose eyes can't see
You know just the same as me
The truth is buried in the sea
Buried.
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Off the Map
04:04
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Off the Map
We can make the rising silence
A deafening noise behind his bed
The stark voice of a tired notion
Turned to a snowball effect
When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it
The process was so bureaucratic
The form it said fool “erase your name”
Once you sign you’re not a member
And fall outside the kingdom’s reign
When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it
We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back
We are spinning off the map
The screaming of one nation’s voices
Thoughts from 7 billion minds
Send you off without a handshake
Into the dusty bins of time
When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it
We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back
We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back
We are spinning off the map
We are spinning off the map
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A Saída
08:42
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A Saída Lyrics
No final dessa dança
a selva silencia
a cidade pára
pára pra sonhar
Sera possivel sair da rede?
Sera possivel recomecar?
Com nada nas maos
E nada pra levar
No final desse rumo
estrelas vão brilhar
a alma esta buscando
a sua gemea pra ficar
Já esperei tanto
olhando o mar
ele leva meus sussuros
aonde vc está
Mas o canto
Nunca vai desaparecer
E o ritmo sempre vai rolar
A musica dos sonhos nasce da fe
da esperanca pra quem quer escutar
No final dessa estoria
a memória domina
palavras faladas
rolando no ar
É selvagem mais domado
o que voce vai lembrar
pedaços do passado
sempre vão passar
Sempre vao passar
Mais o canto
Nunca vai desaparecer
E o ritmo sempre vai rolar
A musica dos sonhos nasce da fe
da esperanca pra quem quer escutar
Mas o canto nunca vai desaparecer
e o ritmo sempre vai rolar
a música dos sonhos nasce da fé
da esperança pra quem quiser sonhar
No final dessa danca
No final dessa danca
No final dessa dance
No final
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Tōmn Boston
Tōmn (pronounced “tome”) aka Tony Maiella is a North American musician based in Boston who fuses rock and Brazilian music, unveiling dense and dream-like pop songs inspired by the Brazilian Atlantic Rainforest. With nods to The Shins, Elvis Costello and Elliot Smith, the band is currently in the studio working on their follow-up album. ... more
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