How are in the cove, the old ceibo grove
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The jasmine shrubs and orchids in bloom?
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Where the thrush sang sweetly
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I want to see myself again in your cambá eyes
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And for you to kiss me like I kissed you
Under the jacarandá’s shade
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Kid, lean on my memories, try to sleep in peace
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I feel the weight in your conscience because of mom's crying
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I saw that fear of abandonment won't let you breathe
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I feel the knot in your belly when they talk about dad
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Kid, make peace with life, the meadow isn’t made of stone
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The nostalgia of your past won’t let you walk
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Who killed your little smile of hope and kindness?
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I know you want to sleep not wake up again
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Dancing in a song of thrushes
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Kid, I’m a man with sorrow, I know the weight of your truth
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They let you off for stealing, because you steal to eat
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I saw your fingers in the mud smelling of freedom
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I know you want to sleep not wake up again
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You go through the world like a rascal, with a sweet heart
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I saw life on your knuckles and its hatred etched in your dimples
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You prayed for some friends, since not everyone makes it to heaven
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Following your heart, dancing in a thrush's song
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Following your heart
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Son, the moments I let slip away stole the light from your little eyes
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I begged fate for more time, and it said, ‘today’s your turn’
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I know one day you’ll be grown, I know one day you’ll understand
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Your old man's advice, I'm resting in peace