WISE UP - BY AIMEE MAN

  
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Nem sempre é fácil de aguentar nossa própria escolha.

Mas às vezes ela é tão boa que a gente quer aguentar.

E mais.

E mais.

E não vai parar nunca mais.

Porque é tão bom, e tão gostoso, que não é mais "aguentar".

É "aproveitar".

E daí você se toca que quando ainda "aguentava" algo, era só uma estranheza.

E que, agora que a estranheza se foi, você aproveita, se lambuza, fica feliz, chora e goza.

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It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW - BY KEANE

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Antes de mais nada, o mais velho perguntou:
- Sabe porque te chamei para vir para cá, não sabe?
E o mais novo, meio acanhado, de rosto virado para baixo, como se olhasse o infinito:
- É... eu andei pensando no que você me falou. Sabe o que é? Tenho tanto medo.
- Mas não acha normal o medo? Não acha que vai passar?
- Ah, eu acho. Mas não sei se vai ser legal, se é o que imagino, o que quero, sabe?
- Eu sei. Eu entendo.
- ...
Depois de alguns segundos com os olhos fechados,
E com suas mãos encostando quase que sem querer uma na outra,
Beijaram-se pela primeira vez.
O mais velho feliz porque agora tem a companhia que queria.
O mais novo feliz porque agora sozinho não mais sonharia.
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I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across a fallen elm tree,
I felt the branches; are they looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
And if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So, tell me when you gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
And if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go,

Hmmm yeahh, ooohhh, oh oh

This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know.

NEVER IS A PROMISE - BY FIONA APPLE

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Depois de algum tempo longe, aqui estou eu de volta.
Depois de uma tormenta, pretendo ficar.
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Com certeza ele não tinha noção das coisas que o outro tinha passado.
Ele, mais novo, inocente mas também esperto e ajuizado, com suas próprias coisas.
Não conseguia nem divagar muito sobre o o outro.
Só sentia. Gostava. Queria mais. Assim como o outro, mais velho, sisudo, taciturno.
Este, com o olhar parado, observando, assistia a cena:
O mais novo o abraçava, se vestia, acordava do sono.
Com uma dor no peito o sisudo disse:
Temos que ir embora.
E o esperto obedece e fala: tudo bem, vamos.
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You'll never see the courage I know
Its colors' richness won't appear within your view
I'll never glow the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgements made on you

But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still to proud to mention, to you

You'll say you understand
But you don't understand
You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you

You'll say "don't fear your dreams"
It's easier than it seems
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never live this life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention, to you

You'll say you understand
You'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I don't know what to believe in
You don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie