getaways

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself,
I don't wanna stay, wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest,
And I'm having trouble catching my breath.

Won't you please stop loving me to death?

E os risos deles são tão... agh entrei num fangirl moment