segunda-feira, abril 01, 2002
Fiona Apple, the soundtrack
Oquei. É assim: as pessoas lêem as coisas aqui e se identificam. E eu ouço a Fiona e me identifico. Então, não tem como vocês não gostarem da Fiona também. Gostem da Fiona.
Sleep To Dream
I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there
For all I care
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide, and I can't abide
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing games anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claimed
And don't forget the blame
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
.: Clara Averbuck :. 2:17 PM
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