Não há restos para um luxo
Não há restos para mim
My love's like an arm chair
It's inclined to recline and sweep you off of your feet
My structure is perfect
There's no flaw in design
A decent buy for you
His eyes are watering
I said we're better off this way
Things change
It's happening everyday
He'll come and take my place and show you things that I just couldn't face
We'll sit and sing a song of what we did wrong.
Now that I'm used up and my arms start to fade
You can pay to upgrade or you can replace me
Finalize my demise
A new surprise for you
Não me diga que o pior acabou agora
Não me diga que eu posso ver com meus própios olhos
Não me diga que o pior acabou agora
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