After all this time...

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O carro perfeito pra você

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Sou o cara perfeito pra você

Não tenho dinheiro

E não tenho carro

Mas tenho o beijo

De parar o tempo

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Numbers are funny. They can measure you, time you, and analyze you all they want, but they all know what really matters is how you play the game. He thinks I’ve lost a step because of my accident, so he’s gonna play me tight. I haven’t. Now he’ll back off because he doesn’t want to get beat off the dribble… just a half step. That’s a mistake. You ever hear the expression you can’t measure heart? Well the truth is they can’t measure any of it: heart… want… need. They think I can’t play point guard. But Q knew I could. You can’t measure a dream.

Nathan, One Tree Hill (via afangirl)

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Somos quem podemos ser, sonhos que podemos ter

Humberto Gessinger / Engenheiros Do Hawaii