: Breathe Breathe on me Be like you used to be Breathe on me Move in me Be like you used to be Move in me Move in me Be with me Be like you used to
: My darling, hush. Don't say a thing. Don't speak. Don't tell me anything. Why lust for the things you see? Your dress is torn and on the bathroom
Breathe, breathe on me Be like you used to be Breathe on me Move in me Be like you used to be Move in me, move in me Be with me Be like you used to
Breathe Breathe on me Be like you used to be Breathe on me Move in me Be like you used to be Move in me Move in me Be with me Be like you used to be
Tradução: The Cure. Respirar.
My darling, hush. Don't say a thing. Don't speak. Don't tell me anything. Why lust for the things you see? Your dress is torn and on the bathroom floor
blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure
: [Originally by The Cure] Show me show me show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream she said The one that makes me laugh she said
body of lies, the light of the proof overcoming jaded minds. You can lie to yourself, you can abandon the world, you can pray on the cure nature's
lost your way There's no sympathy for we don't know the cure, Cause what you've got, well it runs too pure But you've lived and breathed more than any
of that grass run rabbit run Should capture be I'll earn this volt Breathe up through loss I'll fight your cure You know I kill with the last breath
Her For from Her alone My lips would have known Enigmas of shadowy vistas Where pleasures took flesh And pain, remorseless Came freezing the breath Of
: Wherever we go, whatever we do Your shadow is not far behind our steps And our breath Protecting and watching all... Observing spirits on the wall
day Freak of the dark world is what the people say Their lives decay before their eyes There is no hope of cure Among their own kind they live A life
: The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I
How old are you, nineteen hundred and ninety four years What's your plan, my plan is pain When will you leave, I'll never go away How will you breathe
