Deu branco

Sacumé, ainda no clima do sossego praiano, pleno verão dois mil e sete…


I get this writer’s block, it comes as quite a shock,
And now i’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room,
Its like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My heart is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain

Im lovin’ Mary Jane, flyin’ with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came

Sometimes at night i think too much,
About love and life and music and stuff

I’m livin’ in the past,
My clocks an hour fast,
Should really go and make a coffee but i can’t be arsed,
I’ve lost my mobile phone,
You’ll have to call my phone,
On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone,
My grimy windows show the early morning glow,
Another day, another dollar in my one man show,

Im lovin’ Mary Jane, flyin’ with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came
Don’t know yet if i’m glad i came

I fell out with Mary Jane, I don’t speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i’m glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don’t speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i’m glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don’t speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i’m glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don’t speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i’m glad i came
But now i know i’m glad i came
But now i know i’m glad i came

Como diz quem sabe: “Ê, dets laif…”.

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