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quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009

Banda Sonora

Hey, tu, tu que tens medo de morrer, é uma tristeza falar com uma pessoa assim, não sabes falar, não sabes conversar, tudo o que te dizem te enerva, tudo o que te dizem te incomoda e no fim só sabes acusar, sem sequer fundamentar as acusações, só sabes dizer mal sem explicar porquê e depois dizes que as conversas são sempre iguais e dizes que ficas cansado disso. Tens uma postura de vida e uma maneira de estar completamente errada, arrastas-te para viver e cometes a burrice de achares que estás completamente certo sem sequer questionares uma vez que seja que podes não estar assim tão certo, no fundo tens medo de assumir que no meio de tudo, tu, tu que tens tanto medo de morrer, tens é medo de viver.

Bruce Springsteen - Badlands

Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland.
Got a head-on collision, smashin in my guts man.
Im caught in a crossfire that I dont understand.
But theres one thing I know for sure girl:
I dont give a damn for the same old played out scenes
I dont give a damn for just the in-betweens.
Honey I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now.
You better listen to me baby:
Talk about a dream; try to make it real.
You wake up in the night with a fear so real.
You spend your life waiting for a moment that just dont come.
Well dont waste your time waiting

Badlands you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price youve gotta pay
Well keep pushin till its understood
And these badlands start treating us good

Workin in the field till you get your back burned
Workin `neath the wheels till you get your facts learned.
Baby I got my facts learned real good right now.
You better get it straight darling:
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,
And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything.
I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got.
Now I believe in the love that you gave me.
I believe in the faith that could save me.
I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it
Will raise me above these


For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it aint no sin to be glad youre alive.
I wanna find one face that aint looking through me
I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these

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