Nota

 

When I was a little boy

I didn’t know what’s right or wrong

I had to change my way of life

But I just couldn’t win the fight

I’d let myself float off in time and hide

Another day another night

 I lived off dreams I thought was right

But I couldn’t stand being treated like

I was the only without rights

Stood there screamin at your vice and cried

A maneira como você me amou

 Is not always what we call love

Waiting now

Beautiful pain

Beautiful

In the dirt and in my soil

They said they planted seeds of joy

I was unholy, born in sin

So they fed me words of lead within

Then I looked down on myself in shame

Left with the blame

The way you loved me

Is not always what we call love

Waiting now

Beautiful pain

Mother, father listen up

I know these times were kind of rough

We waited for the leaders hand

To guide our lives, it’s kind of sad

And you just did what you thought was right

n I cried


Beautiful pain

 

Dor Bonita

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