Explicando erros que nada importam no contexto

Isso aqui se tornou a minha privada, sentimental ou não, geralmente de vômitos e cagadas cheios de odio, tristeza e algumas lagrimas secas de amor. This has become my sentimental(or not) toilet bowl, usually vomit and shit filled with hate, sadness and some dry tears of love.

2.10.11

I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now


Backbeat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

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