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Letras ao feminino



Num dia como o de hoje , Olho para ti e eu , a algo no caminho , e eu vejo pelo segunda vez . Este algo que eu amo dizer , mas eu . Dizer num dia como o de hoje , por palavras eu vejo-t , na tua linha da forma , como eu amo por te dizer , e eu amo esta forma de encontrar o cominho de falar , e eu nao sei porque nao encontro as palavras Para encontrar este caminho . 'E um dia de conformacoes sem ti . tudo sem ser explorado num convento mal humorado , NeSTas novas letras ao feminino .
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9:51 da tarde

Look at me
You may think you see
who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day, is as if I play apart
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I can not fool
my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I have to
hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must
be free to fly
That burns with a need
to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?  



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