dessa viagem, ficam só as multas

I cry and pray, every time I realize
that nothing will be good enough for me

Bring back those good old days,
when everything felt so much better than today
I couldn´t find a way, I want to live

Where are those good old days,
when I was innocent and stronger than today?
I couldn´t find a way to be satisfied

I cry and pray, every time I realize
that nothing will be good enough for me

I cry and pray, every time I realize
that my soul will be lost forever more

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