Come my rural heir, wow

I'm in that slow process
Recently dumped, cries and drinks
I'm at a plastic table
And to fit more beer the cup is a pet bottle
I'm already on low battery
I'm calling, she hangs up, what agony
My friend is a caramel dog
He's biting my slipper
I tell him to stop, he doesn't stop

Like a tear rolling down my face
Oh, old damn nostalgia
Why do we love those who don't love us
Some are banging on the table, others are taking it in bed
Oh, old damn nostalgia
Why do we love those who don't love us
Some are banging on the table, others are taking it in bed

Wow us

Zé, go

I'm in that slow process
Recently dumped, cries and drinks
I'm at a plastic table
And to fit more beer the cup is a pet bottle
I'm already on low battery
I'm calling, she hangs up, what agony
My friend is a caramel dog
He's biting my slipper
I tell him to stop, he doesn't stop

Like a tear rolling down my face (come on you guys, go)
Oh, old damn nostalgia
Why do we love those who don't love us
Some are banging on the table, others are taking it in bed
Oh, old damn nostalgia
Why do we love those who don't love us
Some are banging on the table, others are taking it in bed

Some are banging on the table, others are taking it in bed
Whoever liked it make some noise, we're together

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