14.7.06

Pra todos aqueles que, assim como ... todo mundo, tem uma "coisa" mal resolvida

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes, again.
Everytime I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before
And will do it again
C'mon and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
And I'll come running
Just to do it again.

You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car wash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plan I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I gotta stay 'til the end
Let me tell you that it's lucky for you that we're friends


Big dreams always come back





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