Quero-o no sol dos trópicos, a pele nua e tostada colada à minha.
O mundo tornando-se pequeno, à medida que os olhos dele alargam os meus.
A vida tornando-se grande, com a mão dele entrelaçada na minha, nesta VIAGEM.
BUZZIN’ FLY
Tim Buckley
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Now I remember
How the sun shown down
And how it warmed your prayin' smile
When all the love was there
You're the one I talk about
You're the one I think about
Everywhere I go
And sometimes honey
In the mornin'
Lord, I miss you so
That's how I know I found a home
That's how I know I found a home
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Now I wanna know
Everything about you
(...)
What makes ya smile
What makes ya wild
What makes ya love me this way
Darlin' I wanna know
Darlin' I wanna know
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A-walkin' hand in hand
And all along the sand
A seabird knew your name
He knew your love was growin'
Lord, I think it knows it's flowin'
Thru you and me
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