colors seem to fade

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth;

There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt;
It's still a little hard to say what's going on;
There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness;;
There's still a little piece of your face i haven't kissed;
There's still a little bit of your song in my ear;
There's still a little bit of your words i long to hear.

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball


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muito lindinha essa musica