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Tanto prazer e tanto pecado… tanta dor e tanta tristeza… beijos lindos, palavras de mel… doces prazeres escondidos… fazes-me feliz, fazes-me sentir um calor que me conforta sem queimar, que me faz sorrir sem motivo… com a tua boca… levas-me ao céu… e quando queres trazes-me à dor… à dor desta realidade que não quero ver, que não quero viver, que não sei como agir… às vezes, “nothing hurts like your mouth… mouth… mouth” Assim disse Bush: You gave me this Made me give Your silver grin still sticking it in You have some machine soul machine Soul of Machine The longest kiss Feeling furniture days Drift madly to you Pollute my heart; Drain You have stolen me broken me stolen me broken me All your mental armor drags me down nothing hurts like your mouth Your loaded smiles and pretty just deserts Wish it all for you So much it never hurts You have soul machine Stolen me all your mental armor drags me down We can’t breathe when we come around All your mental armor drags me down nothing hurts like your mouth We’d been missing long before never found our way home