tudo é fugaz

Quando tudo é simples, tudo faz sentido,
Mas depois fica complexo, fica tudo perdido.

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When we were simple

My Ego was stealing my carpe diem
but then I woke up and realize
the best thing to do is to love each other
the best thing is to say what you mean
And, just like that
we compromise
together we confide
you've seen the worst of me
I deal with the shit you do
But in the end it all turns alright
Because we're the kind of people
that still have that magic inside
We're living a memory

Oh Mary, this place isn't the same without you
anymore

Cry, get nuts, dance, stay by my side
And later we laugh and smoke one outside

My love oh can't you see
This is what is like to be free
I hope my mind can record all this
You, me, and Mary
Living a memory
I'm feeling happy
just to have you with me