A uma Noite...
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World
M. H., quando voltares não te esqueças de te trazer sempre. Quando caíres, hás-de levantar-te sempre. E nós estaremos onde tu quiseres voltar. Sempre.
E à nossa infância e às estrelas no tecto.
Yellow
2 comentários:
Oh =)
Oh :'| (nao sei mm fazer smileys a chorar)
Oh...
A culpa destes oh's é da Sara!
Porra, detesto que escrevam assim coisas que me toquem!
Não sei mm o k dizer.
Se não fossem vocês tinha enlouquecido (para o lado errado) naqueles dias, por isso acho que um obrigado é capaz de servir :)
Acabei de reparar k os posts que comentei continuam a dizer k têm 0 comentários. O blogger acha-me insignificante.
MH serve tanto para o meu nome como para Miranda Hobbes.
E eu nunca tinha reparado.
Yellow!!! =)
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