No final de uma noite muito bem passada, ouve-se:
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...
A Saudade
segunda-feira, agosto 20, 2007
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Só as lembranças que doem ou fazem sorrir
Há gente que fica na história da história da gente
E outras de quem nem o nome lembramos ouvir
São emoções que dão vida
A saudade que traz
Aquelas que tive contigo e acabei por perder
Há dias que marcam a alma e a vida da gente
E aquele em que tu me deixaste não posso esquecer»
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