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Por outras palavras, ou de como tudo tinha tão mais magia antes de se poder googlar alguém.
I used to write,
I used to write letters I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
It seems strange anekatips
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
oooo we used to wait
oooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
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domingo, outubro 24, 2010
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«tudo tinha tão mais magia antes de se poder googlar alguém.» ouch.
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