sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2013

Payphone

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I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two

Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember
The people we used to be
it's even harder to picture
That you're not here next to me
You said it's late too to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song I'll be sick

You turned your back on tomorrow
Cause you forgot yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But you just gave it away
You can't expect me to be fine
I don't expect you to care
I know I've said it before
But all of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song I'll be sick

Now I'm at a payphone...

(...)

Maroon 5




terça-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2013

Como Dizia o Poeta


Foto: http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?order=9&q=passion&offset=48#/d162r9v
Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu,
Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu.
Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu,
Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu.

Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão
Nunca vai ter nada, não.

Não há mal pior do que a descrença,
Mesmo o amor que não compensa
É melhor que a solidão.

Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair.
Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir.
Eu francamente já não quero nem saber
De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer.

Ai de quem não rasga o coração,
Esse não vai ter perdão.
Vinicius de Moraes