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Tome, Dr., essa tesoura, e… corte
Minha singularíssima pessoa.
Que importa a mim que a bicharia roa
Todo meu coração, depois da morte?!
Dissolva-se, portanto, minha vida
Igualmente a uma célula caída
Na aberração de um óvulo infecundo;
Mas o agregado abstracto das saudades
Fique batendo nas perpétuas grades
Do último verso que eu fizer no mundo!
Sometimes I feel so sad,
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad…
Linger on,
You pale blue eyes….
Well I tell them there’s no problem,
Only solutions,
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind,
I tell them there’s no hurry…
I’m just sitting here doing time,
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go.
Well I’m beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well I’m beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you – everything was alright
I’m beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, I’m beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
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