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Let's go, let's go!
That hug, Vitinho Ferreira
Jadson Araújo, my brother!

I look and see the picture frame
You don't leave my mind
Locked alone in this room
And an emptiness inside
The longing only serves to hurt
I hear your voice on my cell phone
Counting the hours and minutes for you to arrive

I have the memory of your scent
In my mouth the taste of your kiss
And that secret kept here in my pillow
I stay by the window waiting for you
And my mind even imagines
With the thought if you will come back

This is cowboy style
Minute of Music, Hit of the Moment
We're in this together!

I look and see the picture frame
You don't leave my mind
Locked alone in this room
And an emptiness inside
The longing only serves to hurt
I hear your voice on my cell phone
Counting the hours and minutes for you to arrive

I have the memory of your scent
In my mouth the taste of your kiss
And that secret kept here in my pillow
I stay by the window waiting for you
And my mind even imagines
With the thought if you will come back, ah
I have the memory of your scent
In my mouth the taste of your kiss
And that secret kept here in my pillow
I stay by the window waiting for you
And my mind even imagines
With the thought if you will come back, ah
With the thought if you will come back, ah

That accordion player is good
Haha
Oh, different, boy!
Arine Music!