Hey Girl You know I gave you the world You had me in the palm of your hand So why your love went away I just can't seem to understand Thought it was me and you, baby Me and you until the end But I guess I was wrong Don't wanna think about it I'm just so sick about it I can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling the blues about it I just can't do without ya Tell me is this fate Is this the way it's really going down? Is this how we say goodbye? Shoulda known better when you came around That you were gonna make me cry It's breaking my heart to watch you run around Cause I know that you're living a lie But that's ok, baby, cause in time you will find What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around Now Girl I remember everything that you claimed You said that you were moving on now Maybe I should do the same The funny thing about that is I was ready to give you my name Thought it was me and you baby And now, it's all just a shame That I guess I was wrong Don't wanna think about it Don't wanna talk about it I'm just so sick about it I can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling the blues about it I just can't do without ya Can you tell me is this fate Is this the way it's really going down? Is this how we say goodbye? Shoulda known better when you came around That you were gonna make me cry Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around Cause I know that you're living a lie But that's ok, baby, cause in time you will find What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around You should know that Girl, you got what you deserved And now you want somebody To cure the lonely nights You wish you had somebody That could come and make it right But girl, I ain't somebody I'm out of sympathy See.. What goes around comes back around I thought I told youJustin Timberlake
-Ah, a música... Uma mágica que transcende todas que fazemos aqui! (Dumbledore - J.K. Rowling) Sempre vai haver uma canção contando tudo de mim, Sempre vai haver uma voz cantando tudo de nós (Paula Toller) Toda a poesia - e a canção é uma poesia ajudada - reflecte o que a alma não tem. Por isso a canção dos povos tristes é alegre e a canção dos povos alegres é triste. (Fernando Pessoa - O Banqueiro Anarquista E Outras Prosas)
terça-feira, 10 de julho de 2007
What Goes Around.../...Comes Around (Editada)
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