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Aguenta-te, que está muita gente a torcer por ti

In a garden in the house of love, sitting lonely on a plastic chair The sun is cruel when he hides away, I need a sister - I'll just stay A little girl, a little guy - in a little church or in a school Little Jesus are you watching me, I'm so young - just eighteen She, she, she, she Shine On Shine On Shine On In a garden in a house of love, there's nothing real just a coat of arms I'm not the pleasure that I used to be - so young - just eighteen She, she, she, she Shine On Shine On Shine On I don't know why I dream this way The sky is purple and things are right every day I don't know, it's just this world's so far away But I won't fight, and I won't hate Well not today In a garden in the house of love Sitting lonely on a plastic chair The sun is cruel when he hides away Shine On... Shine On Shine On ....and on...and on... Shine Shine On Shine Shine Shine "Shine on" House of love