Can't move a single muscle
From my eye lids to my toes
Feels like my head's about to blow
Looks like it's not under control
From my eye lids to my toes
Feels like my head's about to blow
Looks like it's not under control
Can't say goodbye, can't say hello
Can't reach a single amigo
My eyes are wet, my hands are cold
And time is passing much too slow…
Although i've been trying my best
Feel like a grounded 12-year-old
Can't go to bed, can't hit the road
Don't have a house, don't have much dough
Can't do the stuff that's illegal
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Confissões de Camarim
Diva é a Mãe
Eu Sou do Tempo Em Que a Gente Se Telefonava