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The pianist soundtrack 01 - Nocturne in C Sharp Minor

GUETO - Uma estória

huuuu

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its rightAt the right place and right time, maybe tonightAnd the whisper or handshake sending a signWanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermindLate night, and passing, mention it flipped herBest friend, who knows saying maybe it slippedBut the slip turns to terror and a crush to lightWhen she walked in, he throws up, believe its the frightIts cute in a way, till you cannot speakAnd you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weakAn escape is just a nod and a casual waveObsessed about it, heavy for the next two daysIt's only just a crush, it'lll go awayIt's just like all the others it'll go awayOr maybe this is danger and you just don't knowYou pray it all away but it continues to growI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apartThen he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passedAnd they talked and looked away a lot, doing the danceHer hand brushed up against his, she left it thereTold him how she felt and then they locked in a stareThey took a step back, thought about it, what should they doCause theres always repercussions when you're dating in schoolBut their lips met, and reservations started to passWhether this was just an evening or a thing that would lastEither way he wanted her and this was badHe wanted to do things to her it was making him crazyNow a little crush turned into a likeAnd now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apartI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apartI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breasts, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI want to f*cking tear you apart

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obrigado por nada.
a conta tá estourada, mas iremos resolver as coisas.
entre em contato com a ultrasom.
só tem um.
olha...é uma doidera.

so ouvindo infected mushroom
para poder entender o que se passa

vou evitar comentarios para nao
estimular ataques,
principalmente daqueles que vem
pela frente. eles sao os mais perigosos
porque nao existem.

ando roto, sem bolsos nem dinheiro;
mas tenho na viola uma riqueza:
canto a lua de noite serenatas,
e quem vive de amor não tem pobreza...

tenho por meus palacios as longas ruas;
passeio a gosto e durmo sem temores;
quando bebo, sou rei como um poeta,
e o vinho faz sonhar com os amores.

vagabundo

alvares de azevedo

Letras de Música

música


artista


trecho

by letras.mus.br

hahahahahahahaha

tem um tempo pra mim
debaixo do meu cobertor,
cansei de estar onde não
sou convidado.
evidente que continuarei e
estarei em todas as festas.

zero zero
quem sabe um dia
amanha nao se sabe
ufo

hahahahaha
eu queria desistir mas nao posso

eu vortei vortex
tomando um cha gostoso
um cha de porrada
cansei de matar todo dia um monstro
(eles ja estavam entrando em processo de extincao)
obrigado.
o onibus passara daqui a pouco.

um dois teste
grande disponibilidade

At once he started humming to himself.
Or so it seemed for quite a while to the hobbits.
They caught no proper words, but rather things like
"Boom doom boom doom
crack boodoom rumboom boom".

The Lord of the... whatever, Book III, Chapter 4

Baby girl yuh a mi heart yuh a mi soul,
You a mi sweet sugar plum
Mi heart a beat inna mi chest like a big Congo drum Like
boodoom boodoom, boodoom boodoom

That Girl

Artiste: TOK

se o problema tiver uma solucao,
nao ha necessidade de preocupacao.
se ele nao tiver solucao, tambem
nao faz sentido nos preocuparmos.

(um pequeno antidoto para a ansiedade)

ola

Alguem devia ter estado contando mentiras a respeito de Joseph K.,
pois nao tendo feito nada de condenavel, uma bela manha foi preso.

O condutor conduz o trolebus:
-Nao precisa trocar de marcha, apenas acelerar,
afundar o pe e xingar.
Mais adiante:
-Parente do Chico Anisio! Sai da minha frente! E depois
ainda quer tirar satisfacoes. Se voce esperar os outros
gostar de voce se ta fodido. E feio pra caramba!