Immature Young
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Immature Young
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Eu não quero estar sozinho
Sinto falta da minha mãe
E eu não consigo dormir
Porque você não sabe como estou me sentindo
Eu costumava tapar meus ouvidos enquanto minha mãe gritava na sala de estar
Jovem imaturo, tarde de domingo o último juntos
Ela chama meu nome
Segunda-feira a noite fechava meus olhos e gritava por você
Minhas lágrimas tinham motivo
Quanto mais velho eu fico, mais eu vejo
Minha heroína, somos bem parecidos
Desculpa a falta de atenção
Ela me chamando de maldito me partia o coração
Mas fui um maldito
Eu queria voltar no tempo
Uma máquina do tempo
Te juro, eu moveria o mundo
E te traria de volta
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