E no meio dos dias de céu azul e algum calor, hoje baixou um friozinho diferente, meio que pedindo para que a gente se deprima um pouco só para mudar o ritmo...como se fosse necessário.
E aí vem as trilhas sonoras de sempre. E eu revi EBTG e I Don't Want to Talk About It.
A Tracey, coitada, é feia de dar dó.
Mas compensa tudo nas letras e nas composições... e de repente todas as letras passam a fazer um sentido imenso, não sobre o passado, mas principalmente sobre o que não aconteceu, e que talvez por isso ainda venha a acontecer.
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colors of my heart;
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
I love Rod Stewart
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