Sem Direção

In bed at 5 in the afternoon
Everything reminds me of someone
It's not lack of desire
I still feel like a hostage

Get up, it's almost 8am
And we'll see each other at 10am
Your 'a lot' is very little
For someone who lacks lucidity

To pretend, to explain to myself
To pretend, to explain to myself

I'm going to hell, I'll take the hit, but I won't stop seeing you
I surrender and this time with less fear of suffering
And you don't even need to pay to see, I'll run away with you without direction

I'll meet you in the late afternoon
Let's go to the same café
Life without news
They say it's lack of faith

I know how much it tightens me
What's the wound this time?
It's deeper than I thought
I don't want to hide anymore

Or pretend, to explain to myself
Or pretend, to explain to myself

I'm going to hell, I'll take the hit, but I won't stop seeing you
I surrender and this time with less fear of suffering
And you don't even need to pay to see, I'll run away with you without direction
And you don't even need to pay to see, I'll run away with you without direction

I'm going to hell, I'll take the hit, but I won't stop seeing you
I surrender and this time with less fear of suffering
And you don't even need to pay to see, I'll run away with you without direction
And you don't even need to pay to see, I'll run away with you without direction

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