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Luan Santana
Illusions
How many years already lived, relived, simply for the sake of living?
How many mistakes made, so many times, repeated by both of us?
How many tears felt and shed
Almost always in secret, so neither of us would know?
How many doubts left in the moment, to be resolved later?
How many times did we pretend to be happy, without our hearts smiling?
How many times did we lay side by side, just to sleep?
How many phrases were said with words
Worn out by time, for lack of something to say?
How many times did we say 'I love you' to try to survive?
Illusions, nothing more
Sustained our lives
Which, despite being poorly lived
Still have a hope of being able to live
Maybe by digging up these lies
And seeing where the truth hid
We might still find a chance to bring together
You, love, and me
How many times did we pretend to be happy, without our hearts smiling?
How many times did we lay side by side, just to sleep?
How many phrases were said with words
Worn out by time, for lack of something to say?
How many times did we say 'I love you' to try to survive?
Illusions, nothing more
Sustained our lives
Which, despite being poorly lived
Still have a hope of being able to live
Maybe by digging up these lies
And seeing where the truth hid
We might still find a chance to bring together
You, love, and me
Illusions, nothing more
Sustained our lives
Which, despite being poorly lived
Still have a hope of being able to live
And maybe by digging up these lies
And seeing where the truth hid
We might still find a chance to bring together
You, love, and me
You, love, and me