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segunda-feira, maio 23, 2005

Cannonball

still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
still a little hard to say what's going on
still a little bit of your ghost your weakness
still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed

I can’t say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, taught me to lie
Life, taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

still a little bit of your song in my ear
still a little bit of your words I long to hear

So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon..

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
so come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know...

1 Comments:

Blogger intimateSTRANGER said...

That's a matter that goes deeper than that. Because lies, as we usually call them, are because of our mistakes and faliers, and if that's so, I do not agree with you.
I think that if we share and present to each other as "humans", together we can go way beyond "lies".
But thanks for your comment, and your point is pertinent... ;)

23 maio, 2005 15:52  

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