sexta-feira, maio 19, 2006

E tome chuva

Se Deus é brasileiro, São Pedro é argentino. É muita chuva que ele tá mandando, e como aquele país ali embaixo só serve pra mandar frente fria aqui pro Brasil, desconfio que São Pedro seja de lá. E de acordo com a eqüação "ódio a guarda-chuva + ódio a sombrinha + ódio a capa de chuva + ódio a afins + muita chuva na cabeça - vitamina C = gripe", já viu a raiva que eu to de argentino, né?

Why Does It Always Rain On Me?
Travis

I can't sleep tonight
Everybody's saying everything is alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights

Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shinning I can't avoid the lightning

I can't stand myself
I'm being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I've got my mind on something else

Sunny days, oh where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining I can't avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue sky go?
Oh why is it raining so?
It's so cold

Oh where did the blue sky go? oh why is it raining so?
It's so cold

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining I can't avoid the lightning

Why does it always rain on me?
Why does it always rain on
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