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After everything I've ever learned
Me, I carry too much baggage
Oh man I've seen so much trafficPara onde você vai amanha? Ela o questionava e cuidava suas mãos. Sabia que se queria saber algo a mais dele, algo que ele nunca pudesse dar ou dizer disso ou soubesse aquilo, suas mãos lhe diriam com exatidão onde ele queria chegar.  Ele não respondia. Somente levara as 
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Olhe para você. Ele pensou apaixonadamente ao olhar para ela, não havia espaço nela para mais nada, a parede fina era tão forte, que ele podia acreditar que ela nunca romperia. Minha vida aqui se passa, ele pensou, e tocou seu coração. Nada mais vale nesta terra que seus olhos nos meus. Quem posso ser, agora, que se meu eu de ti é o único eu há existir. Eu penso lá em casa, e você é meu telhado,
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I can give a hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I've conveyed
Does it make it all right?
It doesn't make it all right
Ele chegou ao seu ouvido e disse, cara, talvez o babaca nesta historia não seja ela, mas somos nos. E há muito mais nos nisso que você possa imaginar. Ele estava certo, porque talvez ela fosse assim, de sentir 
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Is would you maybe, come dancing with me
Cos to me it doesn't matter if your hopes and dreams are shattered
When you say something you make me believe
In the girl who wears a dirty shirt
She knows exactly what she's worth
Knows exactly what she's worth to me!
That I can see, I can see

Curiosidade. Ela passa na rua e gera manifesto. Agora o café esfria sobre a mesa lotada de coisas para esquecer
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In a lonely place
Try to put a word in for me
It's been so long
Since I found this place
You better put in two or three
We as people, are just walking 'round
Our heads are firmly fixed in the ground
What we don't see
Well it can't be real
Surpresa foi quando ela lhe lançou aquele olhar sobre ele. Ela parecia estar ali, ciente de todas as merdas que teria e faria, porem não as 
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The kids are looking pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine is followed by thunder
And thoughts of going under
And is it any wonder
Ela correu para janela como se alguém fosse passar para gritar seu nome. Não ouviu nada alem do som de carros obscuros a buzinar suas revoltas ao dia, ela estremeceu seus sentimentos ao ver que a luta de suas coisas valiosas, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QcvJmJkdEZhQVPiq5rzQsSaOwEc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QcvJmJkdEZhQVPiq5rzQsSaOwEc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SandersonLoved/~4/n3PJDn5WV8M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sandersonloved.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-sol-de-sua-manha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHRns9eSp7ImA9WhZUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993495120528202734.post-8948431523923604086</id><published>2011-06-06T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:38:57.561-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-06T09:38:57.561-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confissões" /><title>...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sandersonloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8948431523923604086/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6993495120528202734&amp;postID=8948431523923604086&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993495120528202734/posts/default/8948431523923604086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993495120528202734/posts/default/8948431523923604086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SandersonLoved/~3/CAnEN-6kBVs/blog-post.html" title="..." /><author><name>sAndersonLOVED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372471747564020508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="5" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_saAnWzCSrxY/STWao9vMfgI/AAAAAAAATbE/Q5mF6BIkLTU/S220/Vagabundo+008Olhos1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">DomingoAcordei pela tarde e minha cabeça doía. Sentia falta de algumas coisas a minha volta. Meu cartão de passagem, meu crachá de trabalho, minha carteira de trabalho e mais ou menos algum dinheiro que tinha comigo. Não lembro onde perdi essas coisas, não lembro como consegui enganar mais de três cobradores para chegar em casa. Não sei se briguei com alguém, mas as costas de minha mão estão 
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