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Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. 
E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. 
E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. 
E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a 
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- Why do you like them?
- Because they can fly away when the things get too crazy, I guess. Are you gonna tell your parents? About the pills?
- No. I've been sleeping a lot. They think I'm depressed.
- Are you?
- I'm sad.
- Me too. Violet, something has changed in you. Towards me. You’re distant, cold. I don’t know what I’ve done, but I’ll leave you alone from now on if that’s
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Does this darkness have a name?This cruelty,This hatred.How did it find us?Did it steal into our lives, or did we seek it out and embrace it?What happened to us?That we now send our children into the world, like we send young men to war.Hoping for their safe return,but knowing that some will be lost along the wayWhen did we lose our way?Consumed by the shadows,swallowed whore by the 
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ITOSHI NO ELLIE - SOUTHERN ALL STARS Já fiz você chorar e ainda fui frio com você
Seria bom se houvesse um sentimento de aproximação
Se tentasse isso, você seria minha última amada
Ellie, ,eu amor, tão meiga

Não levaremos ninguém caso olhemos de olhos fechados
Se não formos relevantes para falarmos para a pessoa as recordações
Se as palavras não fluem, é o fim do amor, não é?
Ellie, meu amor, 
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CORAÇÃO PIRATA - ROUPA NOVA
Quando a paixão não dá certo
(não há porque me culpar)
Eu não me permito chorar (já
não vai adiantar)
E recomeço do zero
Sem reclamar

O meu coração pirata
Toma tudo pela frente
Mas a alma adivinha
O preço que cobram da gente
E fica sozinha

Eu levo a vida como eu quero
Estou sempre com a razão
Eu jamais me desespero
Sou dono do meu coração
Ah! o espelho me disse

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Quero ser doadora. Sem mais. Acho importante, não quero parar de ser útil às pessoas mesmo quando eu estiver morrendo. Disponho de todos os meus órgãos, não vou precisar deles mesmo. Abro apenas uma exceção aos órgãos que, em sua ausência, tornariam minha face 
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BEHIND BLUE EYES - LIMP BIZKIT
Ninguém sabe como éSer o homem mauSer o homem amarguradoPor trás de olhos azuis
Ninguém sabe como éSer odiadoSer destinadoPara contar apenas mentiras.
Mas meus sonhos não são vazios,Como minha consciência parece serEu tenho horas, de pura solidãoMeu amor é a vingançaQue nunca está livre.
Ninguém sabe como éSentir esses sentimentosComo eu sintoE eu culpo você.

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TO LOVE SOMEBODY - MICHAEL BOLTON
There's a lighta certain kind of lightthat never shown on meI want my life to belived with youlived with you
There's a wayeverybody saysto do each and every little thingbut what does it bringif i ain't got youif i ain't got you
baby you don't know what its likebaby you don't know what its liketo love somebodyto love somebodythe way I love you
In my mindI see 
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CANNONBALL - DAMIEN RICE
Ainda há um pouco de seu gosto em minha bocaAinda há um pouco de você amarrada a minha dúvidaAinda é um pouco difícil de dizer o que está acontecendo
Ainda há um pouco de seu fantasma, sua testemunhaAinda há um pouco de seu rosto que eu não beijeiVocê se aproxima um pouco a cada diaE eu não consigo dizer o que está acontecendo
Pedras me ensinaram a voarO amor me ensinou 
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SEGREDOS - FREJAT
Eu procuro um amor que ainda não encontreiDiferente de todos que ameiNos seus olhos quero descobrir uma razão para viverE as feridas dessa vida eu quero esquecerPode ser que eu a encontre numa fila de cinema,Numa esquinaOu numa mesa de bar. 
Procuro um amor que seja bom pra mimVou procurar, eu vou até o fimE eu vou tratá-la bemPra que ela não tenha medoQuando começar a conhecer
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Eu gosto muito desse garoto. Muito, mesmo. Demorou muito tempo pra que eu esquecesse um antigo amor, e creio que só fui capaz de esquecê-lo completamente por causa desse menino, bobo e gentil, que entrou assim na minha vida e conquistou minha simpatia.
Não sei se é amor. Mas sei que gosto mesmo dele. Sei que só o som do seu nome me agrada. Sei que vê-lo sofrer me faz triste também. Sei que quero
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THIEVES - SHE AND HIM
There's thieves among usPainting the wallsAll kinds of lies, and liesI never told it all
What's in my pocket?You never knewYou didn't know me wellSo well, as I knew you
And I know, and you know tooThat a love, like oursIs terrible newsBut that wont stop me cryingNo, that wont stop me crying over you
I'm not a prophetOld love is in meNew love just seaps right inAnd, it 
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ISMÁLIA - ALPHONSUS DE GUIMARAENS
Quando Ismália enlouqueceu,Pôs-se na torre a sonhar...Viu uma lua no céu,Viu outra lua no mar.
No sonho em que se perdeu,Banhou-se toda em luar...Queria subir ao céu,Queria descer ao mar...
E, no desvario seu,Na torre pôs-se a cantar...Estava perto do céu,Estava longe do mar...
E como um anjo pendeuAs asas para voar...Queria a lua do céu,Queria a lua do mar...
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"Não existem lembranças que devam ser esquecidas. Nenhuma mesmo."
(Momiji)
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"O mais importante é a vontade de seguir em frente."

"Diga, nem que seja uma única vez, mesmo que seja mentira, diga que está tudo
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LOVE BY GRACE - LARA FABIAN
Eu me lembro da chuva no telhado naquela manhãE de todas as coisas que eu queria dizerAs palavras ríspidas que vem do nada sem avisosAquilo roubou o momento e me mandou pra longeE você estava lá parado na porta, chorandoE eu imaginando se eu voltaria...
Eu disse que eu não vim aqui para deixar vocêEu não vim aqui para te perderEu não vim aqui acreditando que euFicaria
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LA SOLITUDINE - LAURA PAUSINI
Marco foi embora e não retorna maisO trem das 7:30, sem eleE um coração de metal sem almaNo frio da manhã cinza da cidadeNa escola o banco está vazio, Marco está dentro de mimÉ doce sua respiração entre meus pensamentosDistâncias enormes parecem nos dividirMas o coração bate forte dentro de mim
Quem sabe se você pensará em mim...Se com os seus pais não fala maisSe 
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FAME - REMEMBER MY NAME
Baby look at me and tell me what you see.You ain't seen the best of me yet,Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more of me, and you can set it free,I can catch the moon in my hand,Don't you know who I am?Remember my name!
FAME!I'm gonna live forever,I'm 
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Sempre gostei do ritmo dessa música, e quando peguei pra ver a letra... Nossa, simplesmente linda. Tentei incorporar o vídeo da Keringhton Pane (como se escreve?) dançando ela em jazz, mas não consegui uma boa qualidade. Fica aí o áudio e a tradução.
BLACK AND GOLD - SAM SPARRO
Se os peixes nadassem fora do marSuas pernas crescessem e começassem a andarSe os macacos descessem das árvoresficassem
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"- Não quero padre. Você pode orar, se quiser.
- Eu? Acho que eu poderia, se fosse preciso... Tenho de perguntar algo importante...
- Sei o que vai dizer. Não precisa dizer...
- Não... eu preciso... preciso dizer... John... diga o que quer que eu faça. Quer que eu tire você daqui? Que eu deixe você fugir? Ver até onde consegue ir?
- Por que ia fazer algo tão bobo?
- No dia do meu julgamento... 
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Estou cansada. Muito cansada. nada mais me anima, não tenho pique pra fazer nada. Estudar não me anima. Mesmo no técnico, perdi toda aquela vontade anterior. A luz do verde não está me ajudando. Fico no computador, tenho tédio. Saio do computador, tenho tédio. Durmo mais, durmo menos, assisto filmes, seriados, faço trabalhos, saio com amigos, saio com muitos amigos... Nada resolve. Onde foi 
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