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Porque tô de boa, romãntica. coisa bem rara... logo... quando ocorre canto e danço. Festejo. by Deise

 

 

Slave To Love

Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music

Tell her I'll be waiting
In the usual place
With the tired and weary
There's no escape
To need a woman
You've got to know
How the strong get weak
And the rich get poor
You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We're too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
Now spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile
No I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

Just My Imagination

The Cranberries

There was a game we used to play

We would hit the town on Friday night

And stay in bed until Sunday

We used to be so free

We were living for the love we had and

Living not for reality

Just my imagination

It was

Just my imagination

It was

There was a time I used to pray

I have always kept my faith in love

It's the greatest thing from the man above

The game I used to play

I've always put my cards upon the table

Let never be said that I'd be unstable

Just my imagination

It was

Just my imagination

It was

There is a game I like to play

I like to hit the town on Friday night

And stay in bed until Sunday

We'll always be this free

We will be living for the love we have

Living not for reality

It's not my imagination

It was

Not my imagination

It was

Not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine....