sexta-feira, janeiro 07, 2005




She let you down and it`s cold in the crowd.
It rains on your midnight star, and moon just
close the bar.
You ran towards the night when she called you home,
felt so strong and young, you coul shoot down the sun!
´till she left you with an empty gun.
A couple of drinks will keep you warm
and you face the eyes of strangers as an old man with no gun to kill his anger.
She hangs around a million miles from the nest-you had your chance!
And now, the wind blows you fast, so fast, `cause you ran towards the night,
when she called you home, felt so strong and young
you could shoot down the sun! `till she left you with and empty gun!
Now she`s shaking her dreams and you`re shaking your hands.
Now you wait for the stars while she crosses the land.
You ask:"can i stay?" And she says "Darling, you know there`s no way! You`re simple not here,
you`re simple not here!"

you messed up with the wrong toy, boy!
you messed up with the highest mess!
you messed up with the moon!
you messed up with the wrong sex!
you messed up with the strong sex!




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