Lentes de Contato lyrics by Patricia Polayne. Pedras no meu caminho No meio a dor Minha carne crua mostra a alma Sinto muito, sinto nada Muito, muito Eu...
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Pedras no meu caminho
No meio a dor
Minha carne crua mostra a alma
Sinto muito, sinto nada
Muito, muito
Eu sinto, eu minto
Eu não sinto nada
Eu grito, explico
Ninguém me ouve
Eu não ouço nada
Lentes de contato nos separam
E eu sinto muito
Eu quero encontrar alguém
Quero beijar uma alma
Quero acordar sorrindo
Quero o que me falta
Eu grito, explico
Ninguém me ouve
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