terça-feira, fevereiro 08, 2005


"(alarm clock rings)

Cup of coffee, toothpaste and toothbrush
Who's there in the mirror, looking at you?
Cash, sunglasses, key, gotta rush
Where will my legs guide me to?

I hear cars passing, people talking about the news
I just don't see them
Women wait for the traffic lights to go green
I can recognize myself in them

Lost on the rails of my illusion
Without you I survive, but I don't live
Your touch, my fuel, is far away
My heart is tired, he wants to give
and give up"

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