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How cruel is the golden rule? How cruel is the golden rule? Como cruel é a verdadeira áurea? When the lives we lived are only golden-plated When the lives we lived are only golden-plated Quando as vidas que nós vivíamos eram apenas folheadas a ouro And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me E Eu soube que as luzes da cidade eram, também, fortes para mim And though I carry karats for everyone to see And though I carry karats for everyone to see E embora eu traga quilates para todos verem And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all the lovers with no time for me E eu vi Deus chorando no reflexo dos meus inimigos And all of the mothers raised their babies And all of the mothers raised their babies E todas as amantes sem quaisquer tempo para mim To stay away from me To stay away from me E todas as mães criando seus bebês Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams Para ficarem longe de mim Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me) And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me) Idiomas nas tomadas dos sonhos elétricos And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see) And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see) Onde o esgoto de juventude afoga a faísca de minhas lágrimas And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies E Eu soube que as luzes da cidade eram muito fortes para mim (muito fortes para mim) And all the lovers with no time for me And all the lovers with no time for me E embora eu traga quilates para todos verem (para todos verem) And all of the mothers raised their babies And all of the mothers raised their babies To stay away from me To stay away from me E eu vi Deus chorando no reflexo dos meus inimigos And pray they don't grow up to be me And pray they don't grow up to be me E todas as amantes sem quaisquer tempo para mim E todas a mães criando seus bebês

Composição: Joe Trohman, Pete Wentz, Wesley Eisold, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump





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