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Cego de Amor

The Church

Loveblind

Have I told you 'bout the case of the man who had no face?
(I'm sure I have)
His wife suspected something, that's why she brought me in
We arranged to meet one night at a bar called Aphrodite's
(On Second Street)
But when I looked into her eyes I very quickly realized
The danger
The price was right, a deal was struck
I don't think that she gave it a thought

It was plain to see
That the lady was loveblind
It was clear to see
It was clear that she was loveblind

Out into the foggy night, into the city's blurry light
(I drove alone)
I wondered then what kind of place would make a man lose face
I pieced together clue by clue just what a faceless man would do
(It wasn't hard)
Who would he love, where would he go, places faceless men would know
(On Second Street)
I was close, I was near, but that woman just wouldn't hear

Next morning came as mornings do, I had a shave it was close too
(A close shave)
In the mirror in my space, there was a man without a face
I rang my client and I banged on her door
I told her it was me that we was looking for

Cego de Amor

Já te contei sobre o caso do homem sem rosto?
(Tenho certeza que sim)
A esposa dele suspeitava de algo, por isso me chamou
Marcamos de nos encontrar uma noite em um bar chamado Afrodite
(Na Segunda Rua)
Mas quando olhei nos olhos dela, percebi rapidamente
O perigo
O preço estava certo, um acordo foi feito
Não acho que ela tenha pensado nisso

Era fácil de ver
Que a mulher estava cega de amor
Era claro de ver
Era claro que ela estava cega de amor

Saí para a noite nebulosa, na luz embaçada da cidade
(Dirigi sozinho)
Me perguntei que tipo de lugar faria um homem perder o rosto
Juntei pista por pista sobre o que um homem sem rosto faria
(Não foi difícil)
Quem ele amaria, para onde ele iria, lugares que homens sem rosto conheceriam
(Na Segunda Rua)
Eu estava perto, estava próximo, mas aquela mulher simplesmente não ouvia

A manhã chegou como as manhãs costumam chegar, fiz a barba e foi por pouco
(Um close na barba)
No espelho do meu espaço, havia um homem sem rosto
Liguei para minha cliente e bati na porta dela
Disse que era eu que estávamos procurando

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