coisas do tipo:
Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I gotta leave here my girl
Get on with my lonely life
ou ainda:
You love a sinking stone
That'll never elope
So get used to used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don't leave me no phone number there
e para rematar:
I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
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