Blubell - Eu sou do tempo em que a gente se telefonava

My Best

Can't move a single muscle
From my eyelids to my toes
Feels like my head's about to blow
I guess it's not under control

Can't say goodbye, can't say hello
Can't reach a single amigo
My eyes are wet, my hands are cold
And time is passing much too slow

Slow, slow
Slow
Too slow
Although I've been trying my best

Feel like a grounded twelve year old
Can't go to bed, can't hit the road
Don't have a house, don't have much dough, no, no, no
Can't do the stuff that's illegal, no
No
No

Ah, although I've been trying my best
Yes, yes
I've been trying my best

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Writer(s): Isabel Garcia
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