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Proponho-lhe que oiça Rod Stewart em This (vídeo oficial).

Down by law, on Baker Street

Lay your head back on, this field of dreams

Then close your eyes

There's a few that, find love

On Sundays down by the sea

And they wash clean, like angels

(And they wash clean like angel's wings)

High above the waves so free

I have no words to say to you

I have no dream to take you to

I have no ring for you to kiss

Baby, all I have is this

Pray for grace, keep the faith

Walk on down the road

Wait for me, look for love

Are you fearless? Reckless?

Homeless and all alone?

Can you make love, heal things?

Make my heart go wild again?

I have no words to say to you

I have no dream to take you to

I have no ring for you to kiss

Baby, all I have is this

And she says it doesn't matter anymore

There's a few that, find love

On Sundays down by the sea

And they wash clean, like angels

(And they wash clean like angel's wings)

High above the waves so free

I have no words to say to you

I have no dream to take you to

I have no ring for you to kiss

Baby, all I have is this

All I have is on my sleeve

All I want is your sweet love, baby

All I saw was open space

Walk down the road, fearless, fearless