Time Is Dead by The Samsara Project Lyrics

Maybe I rely on
But won’t let it hold me back
Some sense of divine youth
Time is Dead and so we’ll be too (so we’ll be too)
So we’ll be too (so we’ll be too)

Wear off the scent of failure
With the magic of your brown hair (brown hair)
Time will expel the madness altogether with the boundaries (boundaries)

She wasn’t fragile like a flower
She was fragile like an unstable subatomic particle

On the verge of lucidity
Find the words written in the trees
Wooden face scattered on the phase of the world

Maybe I rely on
But won’t let it hold me back
Some sense of divine youth
Time is Dead and so we’ll be too
So we’ll be too

Gosto de sambar
Gosto de sambar
Gosto de sambar
Gosto de sambar

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Eu gosto de sambar
Eu gosto de sambar
Eu gosto de sambar
Eu gosto de sambar