
quarta-feira, 30 de julho de 2008
sábado, 26 de julho de 2008
The Story - Brandi Carlile

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
sexta-feira, 25 de julho de 2008
Eu não páro....
Se há magia é as letras, os sentimentos, a forma de pensar de alguém serem tão nossas...

Quero:
- Deitar fora os números que não são essenciais. Isto inclui a idade, o peso e a altura.
- Manter só os amigos divertidos.
- Continuar a apreciar as mais pequenas coisas.
- Não fazer viagens de culpa. Fazer antes uma viagem ao centro comercial, até a um país diferente, mas NÃO para onde estiver a culpa.
- Manter só os amigos divertidos.
- Continuar a apreciar as mais pequenas coisas.
- Não fazer viagens de culpa. Fazer antes uma viagem ao centro comercial, até a um país diferente, mas NÃO para onde estiver a culpa.
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