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6/27/2004

exageros obsessivos e afirmações pulsivas






este tema é o melhor que ouvi nos últimos meses.proclamei-o hino pessoal.elliot smith canta os belíssimos versos, que me atingem de uma forma muito especial e certeira.

everything means nothing to me

someone found the future as a statue in a fountain at
attention looking backward in a pool of water wishes with
a blue songbird on his shoulder who keeps singing over everything
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
i picked up the song and found my picture in the paper the
reflection in the water showed an iron man still trying to
salute people from a time when he was everything he's supposed to be
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me



p.s e acordei-me de um verso pessoano,tragédia pessoal de andar no bolso que dizia e em nada existo como a treva fria.