Feelings of Girl

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I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

I had hoped you’d see my face
And that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you two
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah

You’d know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight
I had hoped you’d see my face
And that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over

Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you two
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”

Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made
Who would have known how bitter-sweet
This would taste?

Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”

Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you two
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah

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Às vezes me pego pensando e com saudade de algo, que na maioria das vezes ainda nem aconteceu. É como se meus pensamentos fosse um refúgio com uma passagem pro irreal, numa viagem onde o lema é ser feliz. Lá eu não encontro um boletim vermelho ou calorias para serem queimadas, mas sim todas as coisas, do útil ao fútil, que são capazes de me arrancar um sorriso no rosto. Quando viajo pra lá, costumo esquecer do passado, é como se esquecesse de tudo o que vivi; a passagem não nos dá direito a levar na bagagem lembranças do mundo real - elas costumam nos assustar. E você sabe, é sempre bom um pouco de ilusão, dentro dessa sociedade hipócrita em que vivemos.

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