segunda-feira, 14 de julho de 2008

Até breve, Bob!


You got a lotta nerve / To say you are my friend / When I was down / You just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve / To say you got a helping hand to lend / You just want to be on / The side that's winning
You say I let you down / You know it's not like that / If you're so hurt / Why then don't you show it
You say you lost your faith / But that's not where it's at / You had no faith to lose / And you know it
I know the reason / That you talk behind my back / I used to be among the crowd / You're in with
Do you take me for such a fool / To think I'd make contact / With the one who tries to hide/ What he don't know to begin with
You see me on the street / You always act surprised / You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" / But you don't mean it
When you know as well as me / You'd rather see me paralyzed / Why don't you just come out once / And scream it
No, I do not feel that good / When I see the heartbreaks you embrace / If I was a master thief / Perhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfied / With your position and your place / Don't you understand / It's not my problem
I wish that for just one time / You could stand inside my shoes / And just for that one moment / I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time / You could stand inside my shoes/ You'd know what a drag it is / To see you

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