Coldplay - YellowLook at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow."
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to've done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for...
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine...
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow."
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to've done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for...
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine...
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
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. oi Deby, eu li umas postagens anteriores, sobre esse caos que ta acontecendo, furacão e tudo mais, eu tava ouvindo uma musica hj e lembrei do que tu disse naquele post.
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...que faz a planta brotar, que faz o fogo da vela?
Estao querendo saber, querendo falar com ele.
Criou a agua dos rios, ela mata nossa sede.
Que faz o ar que eu respiro, que me mantem vivo.
Terremoto e furacão, ele tambem ta mordido.
Idolatrado por muitos por todos é conhecido.
Esquecem no auge, depois lembram no perigo...
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.beijos e tenha uma otima semana.!
Oi Miga! Vc ta botando pilha simmmm!!!! Mas pode continuar, eu quero é mais! hahaha...vc tirou foto de algum irlandes? rsrsrs
Ah fia eu naun sei muitu ingles naun viu TRADUZ AIH meu!!!
Toh com Saudade!!!!
Nossa e esse Anonimo aih...
toh achando que ele naun eh daqui naun!!!!
Vc jah sabi???
Ele naun disiste hein!!!!
Bjos,,,......
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