Graças a minha falta de capacidade de me desvincular emocionalmente das coisas, não vou deletar este Blog, mas fica o link do novo :)
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quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010
domingo, 24 de janeiro de 2010
happiness
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putta
Life's candy
And the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you
You're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love
Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love
Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
Just sit and putta
Life's candy
And the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you
You're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love
Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love
Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
segunda-feira, 19 de outubro de 2009
domingo, 4 de outubro de 2009
domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009
Pull me back to the ground
E quando eu estiver triste
Simplesmente me abrace
Quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
Quando eu estiver fogo
Suavemente se encaixe
E quando eu estiver triste
Simplesmente me abrace
E quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
E quando eu estiver bobo
Sutilmente disfarce
Mas quando eu estiver morto
Suplico que não me mate, não
Dentro de ti, dentro de ti
Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim
Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti
E quando eu estiver triste
Simplesmente me abrace
E quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
E quando eu estiver bobo
Sutilmente disfarce
Mas quando eu estiver morto
Suplico que não me mate, não
Dentro de ti, dentro de ti
Sutilmente - Skank
Simplesmente me abrace
Quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
Quando eu estiver fogo
Suavemente se encaixe
E quando eu estiver triste
Simplesmente me abrace
E quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
E quando eu estiver bobo
Sutilmente disfarce
Mas quando eu estiver morto
Suplico que não me mate, não
Dentro de ti, dentro de ti
Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim
Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti
E quando eu estiver triste
Simplesmente me abrace
E quando eu estiver louco
Subitamente se afaste
E quando eu estiver bobo
Sutilmente disfarce
Mas quando eu estiver morto
Suplico que não me mate, não
Dentro de ti, dentro de ti
Sutilmente - Skank
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