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quarta-feira, abril 21, 2004
saído diretamente do jarro
14:01 HPJ (horário padrão do jarro):
(Gnutella) - (eDonkey)
The glove compartment is inaccurately named
and everybody knows it
so I'm proposing a swift, orderly change
'cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
and all I find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your tail lights fading east
to find yourself a better life
I was searching for some legal document
as the rain beat down on the hood
when I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head
'cause it's too important to stay the way it's been
but there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all
and here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night
but there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone just like it wasn't there at all
and here I rest: where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night; all night, when I'm lying awake at night
Existe uma música dos Ataris chamada The Last Song I'll Ever Write About a Girl. Essa não é a música que eu postei aí em cima. Mas o conceito é o mesmo. Essa música aparentemente encerra meu processo de cura, de um ponto de vista de entender o que aconteceu e como. Agora só falta me conformar. Escrito pelo Unknown
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