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SEM ALMA [SOULLESS]
Brazilian artist, Translated lyrics: So let it play That sad guitar in the back of the room My pain turns into monetized tracks Just to see if someone finds themselves In the pain I never used to talk about I walked down a brightly lit avenue Felt emptier than I did before the money Money can buy escape, but it can't buy peace I'd rather spend the late night writing songs in bed I don't want to become that soulless guy Who trades feelings for status and fame I write because sometimes breathing isn't enough The mind becomes a labyrinth when the night goes by The smoke on the ceiling draws my fears Every lap I take, I still hear advice Don't lose yourself trying to save the whole world I'm focused, busy trying to save myself In the passenger seat she smokes and stares at me Asks if this plant can heal a wounded soul I speed up without saying a word Some wounds only heal with time Because when the night gets heavy No one feels the pain the current carries away I pretend I'm at peace, but my mind won't slow down I want peace, but my soul is still at war So let it play That sad guitar in the back of the room My pain turns into monetized tracks Just to see if someone finds themselves In the pain I never used to talk about I walked down a brightly lit avenue Felt emptier than I did before the money Money can buy escape, but it can't buy peace I'd rather spend the late night writing songs in bed I don't want to become that soulless guy Who trades feelings for status and fame I write because sometimes breathing isn't enough The mind becomes a labyrinth when the night goes by The smoke on the ceiling draws my fears Every lap I take, I still hear advice Don't lose yourself trying to save the whole world I'm focused, busy trying to save myself In the passenger seat she smokes and stares at me Asks if this plant can heal a wounded soul I speed up without saying a word Some wounds only heal with time Because when the night gets heavy No one feels the pain the current carries away I pretend I'm at peace, but my mind won't slow down I want peace, but my soul is still at warmore
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