2.15.2008
Chego por fim à idade deste disco
THERE FOR HER
Sometimes I get to thinking
I’m a hurting kind of guy
Why’d that woman leave me for a lesser kind
If you don’t know now, then you never will
Is what she said
She said I didn’t listen
Well I know that that’s untrue
She said I didn’t understand her
Well I guess that you do
Well I guess you do
Summer came around
Her old blanket on the floor
I woke to the slamming of the door
Then the rain came
And I just let it pour all over me
Sometimes I get to thinking
I’ve been wronged by my own kind
Downed by my own undertakings
Now I’m down by the water, black water
And I’m looking in
She said I wouldn’t miss her
Well you know that that’s unfair
She said I wasn’t there for her
Well I never would have been there
No sir, if not for her
Summer comes around
And I miss that woman more
I guess I’ll get me somewhere by the fall
When the rain comes
Well I’ll just let it pour all over me
Aprendam rapazes. Se puderem.
Arquivo do blogue
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2008
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- Categoria
- Bungee jump
- A vida no estúdio de Brian
- Para gente sentada
- Prova de génio
- Cabidela e "óscares"
- Mayra Andrade
- A country for an old man (an Oscar for a younger one)
- Matemática do envelhecimento
- Canto do cisne
- Doze últimas palavras
- Feriado nacional
- Teorizar quando é preciso
- Chego por fim à idade deste disco
- Irresistivelmente clássico
- Os Valentins
- DJ Gross
- "Até a barraca Obama!"
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