A Casa Sem Você
 Matheus Gomes Lima
 Matheus Gomes Lima
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The House Without You
When are you coming back?
The house without you is uneven
When are you calling?
I didn't find you in any newspaper
I look for your name
On the cordless phone
The glasses in the sink
I sweetened my coffee with salt
In my monotony
I cry and rake the leaves in the yard
And if a man doesn't cry
It must have been my eyelash
When are you coming back?
The house without you is uneven
When are you calling?
I didn't find you in any newspaper
And I look for your name
On the cordless phone
And if a man doesn't cry
It must have been my eyelash
And I fill the glass with rum
I sleep in an empty, empty room
I spend the day sleeping
Because every day is Sunday
When are you coming back?












