água mole em pedra dura :

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we cover up :

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the choice :

                                                                                                                  charlotte oc

i wanna feel your pain / your loss becomes my gain

i want the shame you feel / i want the same for me

could have security, but that would make me weak

just drop me now, you know i'm dying to hit the ground

 if i had the choice / you would kill me into heaven

all that noise, i hear everybody talking

let them, let them feel my force 

'cause i know how it ends / in your dad's car sitting in the layby

with my makeup down my face and your eyes bone dry

'cause if it doesn't hurt / how would it ever work?
i've tried .
 but if all the love we made was just to keep me safe

lies

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jorja :

never had to wait for love
always thought it'd come around
you come for me
but i'm nowhere to be found
cancellations for conversations

i can't be tied down

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the square :

                                                                                                                                                           deva mahal

   in your darkest hour, the past will guide you to move, even if just a few steps. grab the deepest words and write them down. ask people to talk to you. ask people to come back. in the darkest (y)our(s), you will find out how it was when you have felt so gentle and sleazy. all will move through you and you will feel everything again, like an hurricane.  maybe tears will fall, but nothing will be on the floor no more except your feet. have you ever seen her look like that? is this the first time you see her grey hair? she is still the girl next door and i've watched her burn. tread love carefully with a smooth heart but with no sympathy.  touch everything like the first time. take risks. fall in love, but this time for true. do not pretend to be the perfect choice.  take it where you want to.  be the man she was asking for and be her back.  make the mistakes your fortress and the secret of both of you. she wishes she already owns this path to run to.

nirvana :

what I've learned from a traveler

there's no road that can lead to nirvana

there's a world to discover

but home is love, hmm

what I've learned from a mirror

look too hard and you'll find you a stranger

love is just a decision

the choice is yours

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roads :

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