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The Girl From Brazil
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HipHop - Alternative Hip Hop
Charts #763 in subgenre today (peak #18)
Previous peak charts position #405
Mic Francis
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April 26, 2015
MP3 4.6 MB
160 kbps bitrate
4:00 minutes
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Chorus (Fades In) ------------------------ No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, Amongst her hopes and dreams that she still needs to forfill, Whoa, oh, oh. No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, While I'm veiwing the moon alone, at my window sill. Verse 1 ----------- Yeah. From humble beginnings that a smile did spark, To sharing presence although miles apart, She gave me the moon to light the sky in the dark, She is wild at heart, Though, she's composed and focused, won't rest 'til it's done, The inner strength of every woman, manifested in one, Beauty emanates, resonates from her soul, With a courageous grace, that makes all else disolve, Strong, yet delicate, always forthright, Her each word, eloquent, and balanced with foresight, The power to transform a week to fortnight, And capable of much more, her touch, it makes awe strike, Independant, attentive, making faith ascend, She has ambitions to achieve, and keeps chasing them, I see her in my dreams, and embrace her then, And I pray one day I'll see her face again, Because... Chorus ---------- No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, Amongst her hopes and dreams that she still needs to forfill, Whoa, oh, oh. No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, While I'm veiwing the moon alone, at my window sill. Verse 2 ----------- Tendi. Every now and then I hear her voice novamenté, And think of things we did to make it bom á genté, Holding hands down the highway, her energia; exelenté, Keeping no secrets as we'd speak rementé, Her hair like silk, and her skin still smoother, Mezmerised by her eyes while I was feeding her uvas, Always smiling and felîz em ajuda, Time stands still Everytime she manuovers, I grew to love her attitude and compassionate ways, Hugs on the beach to the splashing of waves, She shines positivity, and dances on air, Her morals define dignity, and her hands give care, We spent a Day, at the Bay, sitting next to the sea, That night she laid on my chest, started nestling me, And then I whispered in her ear.... you're very special to me. No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, Amongst her hopes and dreams that she still needs to forfill, No, no, no No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, While I'm veiwing the moon alone, at my window sill. (Talking over the Chorus) Não se preocupe, meu linda amor. Pensando em você. Michel lembra. Mwah! No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, Amongst her hopes and dreams that she still needs to forfill, No one's loved me like The Girl From Brazil, My arms, they no longer hold her, though my heart always will, And I, sometimes wonder if she thinks of me still, As the two of us view the moon from our window sills.
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