LYRIC

At the end of the hall
The bodies hung
And I can't be bothered by nothing at all
Oooh, I hustle every day of the week, yeah
Oooh, I'll meet you there

Saudade
Came to me in a dream
Said that it didn't speak
Watching each other dream

There's a hole in my hand
That I made
And the look on you face fading away
Until I go back to sleep, yeah
Oooh, I'll meet you there
Yeah, I will meet you there

Saudade
Came to me in a dream
Said that it didn't speak
Watching each other dream

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