Quarta À Tarde
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Quarta À Tarde
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Por mais que eu fale por mais q eu diga
A verdade é uma só
Você não sabe, e não aprende
Como me tratar melhor
Acha que é fácil, viver assim
Rodeado de fantasmas
Do meu passado do teu futuro
Já consigo ver as lagrimas
Que foram derramadas por algo sem sentido
Um amor inútil, um amor bandido
E a dor se passa e a dor se arrasta
Para sem tomar assento
Para entender o que ficou
Você nunca poderá dizer
Que a vida não olhou pra você
E o ódio que percorre os eu corpo
Lhe impede inclusive de ver
Que amor chegou pra você
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Who performs "Quarta À Tarde"?
Estação 77 performs "Quarta À Tarde", and this lyric page sits inside the Estação 77 catalog on LyroVerse.
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