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When you're taught to love everyone

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

Love looks not with the eyes

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

That's the thing about pain

That's the thing about pain…it demands to be felt.

[…] e nas noites solitárias do meu eu, saio pra dançar salsa com a minha confusão

Não sinto falta nenhuma de Deus

Não sinto falta nenhuma de Deus, mas com certeza sinto falta do Papai Noel

Gotta keep my head held high

Gotta keep my head held high.
(Tenho que manter minha cabeça erguida.)

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