cannonball

E de sem contar, parecia vindo do nada, uma mensagem… recebi uma mensagem… parecia! Mas ela vinha de algum lado, de alguém…
Foi diferente, natural, aconteceu, não sei explicar…

Damien Rice – Cannonball

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there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouththere’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubtit’s still a little hard to say what's going on
there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witnessthere’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissedyou step a little closer each daythat i can’t say what's going on
stones taught me to flylove taught me to lielife, it taught me to dieso it's not hard to fallwhen you float like a cannonball
there’s still a little bit of your song in my earthere’s still a little bit of your words i long to hearyou step a little closer to meso close that i can't see what's going on
stones taught me to flylove, it taught me to lielife taught me to dieso it's not hard to fallwhen you float like a cannon..stones taught me to flylove taught me to cryso come on courageteach me to be shy'cause it's not hard to falland i don't wanna scare herit's not hard to falland i don't wanna loseit's not hard to growwhen you know that you just don't know

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Ouvindo estas palavras tive de as partilhar com ele e agora partilho-as comigo mesmo.