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letra de paradise - sudo sol

[verse 1]
do i hope you remember me
i believe
you didn’t want to leave
would it really be enough
if today, you could feel free
maybe it’s an empty hope
i left my mark on those who came through my life
does it hurt because i miss your simple company
so d-mn much
or do i only miss your touch?

[pre-chorus 1]
last night i saw you in my dreams
things were kinda different
disregarded history
travelled to the light
and we drove beside the sea
and everything was like
how it’s all supposed to be

[chorus]
and i know we’ll get that summer together
even if my body’s cold
i know that there’s an after life
cause that’s what we’ve been sold
our paradise
i’ll see you one more time, in paradise

[verse 2]
do i hope you remember all the promises
all the honest sh-t
and pray you forgot the drunken dial ups
from up above
is it just my sins
will i ever make it back to you
will i just be wishing
i was found in the seat right next to you

[pre-chorus 2]
last year i saw you in my dreams
minutes from the end
choking on a scream
your eyes were made of gl-ss
i saw you try to leave
then everything was gone
fore i even got to breathe

[chorus]
but i know we’ll get that summer together, even if my body’s cold
i know that there’s an after life, cause that’s what we’ve been sold
later on when we’re old and grey
then i’ll be revived
my drunken 16 year old prayer, finally realized
our paradise
our paradise, come to life
our paradise
i’ll see you one more time, in paradis

[bridge]
i know the way you used to love me
was worth a bit of fight
i just wish i could have loved you
when you were alive

[verse 3]
i know i f-cked it up before you left
i know i ducked the meaning in the feelings you expressed
selective hearing
i’ve been impious, on the fence
mirroring epicurus
i’m defensive and pretentious
and depressed
i’m solving the unsolvable with constipals and feds
do i ask if they’re familiar with bringing back the dead
i’m not going to prom
i’m not planning to visit your mom
she’s probably too tired to hide all the resent
when you find the end of season
no poetry to believe in
indulge in the socratesian
reason away the grieving
til i’m fin’lly hollow
unfollow your instagram
i don’t want to see a picture of your face ever again
i want the real thing
i want the real thing
even if it means i got to reveal things
even if it’s me hanging from the ceiling
trying to feel things
no proof
i find faith

- sudo sol

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