- é um monte de bytes perdidos pela rede local
- que deprimente. Já não tem volta."
'If I touch a burning candle I can't feel the pain
if you cut me with a knife it's still the same
and I know her heart is beating, I know that I am dead
yet the pain I feel, try and tell me it's not real
for it seems I still have a tear to shed.'
'Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating?'
E falo e falo e leio-me e vejo tudo a um ritmo que não controlo.
E esta merda já está a parecer um texto da MRP e não queria nada dar mau aspecto!
Ai, deixa-me respirar um pouco, vou só ali fumar um cigarro.
He doesn’t know it, but he needs me
And so no matter where he goes
Though he doesn’t care
He knows that I’m here
He needs me
I ought to leave him, but he needs me
I know that I ain’t very bright
Just to tag along
Oh, but right or wrong
I’m his and I’m here
And I’m gonna be his friends or his lover
’cause my one ambition is
To wake him and make him discover
That he needs me
I’ve got to follow where he leads me
Or else he’ll never know that I need him
Just as he needs me
escuro, nina simone, acende-se um cigarro e olha-se para o tecto...bouuuuf.