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[perfeita pra um domingo cinza]

Oh, that song is singin’. Singin’ in to me. Over everything, I used to be. Oh, that song is singin’. Singin’ in to me. Slow and sweet. It caries me. Caries me (x3). Out to sea. And swallows me. In to the deep. And comforts me (x2). Oh, that weight is liftin’. Liftin’ on me. It caries me. Out to the sea. And swallows me (x3). Into the deep. And comforts me (x2). In … In to the deep. And comforts me (x3). Oh, that silence signin’, singing to me…Breathe up to me (x2). Breathe in through me. Breathe out through me. Breathe in through me. Breathe out through… through me. Why don’t you breathe in… breathe in through me. And breathe out through me. [The Cinematic Orchestra: Breath]