Just like a friend...
Sing along...
Like A Friend
Cocker / Mackey / Doyle / Banks / Webber, with Patrick Doyle
Don’t bother saying your sorry
Why don’t you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Everytime I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams.
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been
learning something
Well, you know what I mean.
I’ve done this before
And I will do it again
C’mon and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I’ll come running
Just to do it again.
You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can’t seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age.
You're like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid
You're like a plane I’ve been told I never should board
You're like a film that’s so bad but I’ve just got to stay ‘til the end
Let me tell you - that it’s lucky for you that we’re friends.
Good afternoon...
This was the song which couldn't get out of my mind this week... It's beautiful! I heard it last sunday, when I was at my aunt's house.
I'm very lazy today... Kinda sick... Colic... I hate!!! ... Today I don't have a lot to talk about... I think this time Tuku will read my post then...
Yesterday I slept very very early! At 21:00 I was already sleepy! Ant then I went to bed... Very very sleepy... I hope today I have a good movie to watch... Let me see the websites...
- Estranha obsessão... Never heard about and it doesn't seems to be good...
- Gladiator... I've already watched like 10 times!
- O colecionador de ossos... Not interested on it...
Ohhh I see that tonight is not going to be that good....
Have to go.. Take a shower...
Nightingale
Listening to : Mago de Oz
1 Comentários:
Cara Bruna, as vezes as palavras parecem deconhecidas por nós e nossos sentimentos não mais se restringem a elas.
É nessa hora que a arte entra em nossas vidas para nos ajudar a desabafar. Para isso, em nosso caso, existe a música.
Tenha um ótimo fim de semana.
Beijos
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