8 de abril de 2010

desconstruindo caetano e beatles, como com violão e álcool em fim de festa

Your head breaks, your heartaches, You find that all her words of blindness linger on, When she no longer needs you.
She breaks up, she makes up, She takes her time and doesnt feel she has to hurry, She no longer feeds you.
And in her eyes you see nothing, No sign of tears behind the love felt for no one, A love that should be spent in beers.
You want her, you teach her, And yet you don't believe it When she says she loves you mad, You think she tricks you.
And in her eyes you feel nothing, No sign of love behind the years killed for no one, A kill that should have made you dear.
She stays home, she goes out, You say that long ago she knew someone but now She's gone, she no longer needs him.
Your mind breaks, your tooth aches, There will be times when all the tears she shed will dry your bread, You wont forgive her.
And in her eyes you see nothing, No sign of fool behind the tears cried for no one, A love that should have lasted years.

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