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15.3.03
 
I love Madonna. Does that seem weird? It does, but I've always liked her, not desperatly, but I like her.

Baby, you seem confused. Don't feel like that because you live in my heart and I want you to be happy, please. Listen, girls can be rude and cruel, and so can boys. You need to be a little bit "not nice", you get it? The world is cruel, and if you act like I do, if you act ingenuous, you can lose stuff easily.

Love you and it's just great to see that you're thinking of me.

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me



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11.3.03
 
Apenas Mais Uma de Amor
(Lulu Santos)

Eu gosto tanto de você
que até prefiro esconder
deixa assim ficar subentendido
Como uma idéia
que existe na cabeça e não
tem a menor obrigação de acontecer

Eu acho
tão bonito isso
de ser abstrato baby
a beleza é mesmo tão fulgás
É uma idéia que existe na cabeça e não
tem a menor pretensão de convencer

Pode até parecer fraqueza
pois que seja fraqueza então
a alegria que me dá
isso faz sem eu dizer

Se amanhã
não for nada disso
caberá só a mim esquecer
o que eu ganho o que eu perco
ninguém precisa saber

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