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Typically, square or rectangular and having a lid.
You walked alone you were called the lonely one
you kept to yourself, never looked at any girl,
then you’d never thought, then you’d never thought,
then you’d never thought….
that one day, suddenly, she would arrive from far
and kiss you, hold you, make you feel you’re not alone
and she’ll be the only one, she’ll become the only one.
When you went together every place seemed better
You wanted her, you needed her, there was happiness around,
then you’d never thought, then you’d never thought,
then you’d never thought…
that one day, suddenly, she could leave so fast, saying goodbye,
we had a good time and you’ll become the lonely one,
you’ll become the lonely one, you’ll become, again, the lonely one.
Last night at the shanty town
You’re crying beside the fence
I look at you and I can’t stand it,
Oh girl, I must leave and…
Last night at the shanty town
Here I’ve kissed you so many times
It doesn’t look true to me
It can’t be, it can’t be…
Last night at the shanty town
We’re too far to love each other
It’s not time, it’s not space,
It’s our surnames.
Last night at the shanty town
You look so beautiful, there, by the fence
We’re crying, kissing, feeling pain
I can’t believe that this is the end, that this is the…
Last night at the shanty town,
The moon is as sad as us,
Why don’t we flee together,
Let’s think about it.
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or that contains separate printed matter.
Oh, baby, it’s been, it’s been just a dream,
Oh baby, it’s been, it’s been just a dream,
Oh, baby, it’s been, it’s been just a dream,
I’ve been touching you, I’ve been walking with you,
I’ve been kissing you.
But it’s been just a dream, just a dream.
Oh baby, it’s been, it’s been just a dream,
It’s been, it’s been just a dream,
I haven’t walked with you in the rainy woods,
I haven’t kissed your cheeks under our hoods.
But it’s been just a dream, just a dream.
Oh baby, it’s been, it’s been just a dream,
It’s been, it’s been just a dream.
Incomplete dream.
Turning right at the next corner, entrusting your fading luck,
Believing whores and sneakers will be working on the other side.
I’ve been drinking too much, it’s hard to find my way
But if the stars are with me I won’t be hurt again.
Maybe walking at 3 a.m. isn’t very sane
I’d surely be better if I wasn’t drunk.
I’m walking and losing, losing my mind
Through these wild and narrow streets tonight.
I’m rarely peaceful, I haven’t found someone to fight,
This taxi is a vulture, I won’t call it, I won’t call it,
I won’t call it anyway,
I’m sure I can make it home alone, I need no help,
This slip has been just a joke.
Oh, what a wonderful moon, it’s like a yellow fire,
Oh, I’d like to be home now.
Water in my shoes, this bus will splash me,
I don’t look so good, but this light is helping
confuse these cops, and they come to me.
Identification.
You’d better be home.
Well, officer, excuse me.
Have you got a light?
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She’s my love, and the bird on the chimney knows it,
And the night is the confessor of my feelings,
and the wind is the accomplice of my way to look
And the sky is tattered when we are apart.
And I know she is my love because tonight she’s far away
And I feel a kind of sting in my chest,
The kind of pain that anyone would feel
Being far from the shore when sharks are near.
I notice she’s my love when I look up to the stars
And fold a paper as I ask the moon for her,
But the moon never answers, so my anguish grows inside,
Because I need to know how she is now.
She’s my love and I can’t go on if she’s not by my side,
Though it’s just going to be eight days and five hundred kilometers,
But it’s too much, too much because I need to see her
Because when I see her I’m in peace.
And I want to travel around the world beside her,
I don’t want to waste a single minute to kiss her, to embrace her,
And I don’t care if you think I’m just another sucker in love,
If you think it’s just a silly love song,
Because I won’t hear you, she’s my love and I wrote this for her.
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I found you alone, out on the road
With a suitcase and a coat
Then I said to myself: “she’s a loner”
But your stories drew me in
As we were running miles away
In my old car.
When I had to leave you
I realized I was afraid
Thinking I’d never see you again.
So, I pulled one more trick
And I didn’t let you go
And I made you love me.
But you always watch the sun going down,
The sun going down.
Today, when I feel sad
I look for you, but you’re not by my side,
You’re watching the sun going down,
You’re watching the sun going down.
You watch the sun going down…
a protective casing for a piece of a mechanism.
The moon on the street, the sky in my hands,
Close to sleepingtime
Like a dagger through me
I miss something tonight
And it’s you, it’s you,
It’s you, it’s you.
I’m tired, but I’m thinking
While I should be sleeping,
Remembering things you did for me,
There’s one thing that keeps me awake,
The only one I believe in,
And it’s you, it’s you,
It’s you, it’s you.
Sitting in my bedroom I try to play the guitar
To express how much I love you
And each time I play a chord
I see you in my mind,
How much I love you.
Now that you are far,
The rain is a tear that falls
A man told me strange things, but I just laughed
Instead of our usual twilights
I see shadows in the dark,
The things I liked so much
Are now something dull.
So, when you come back again,
I’ll guide you with my hand
And show you how much I love you,
I’ll fill all your time,
When you return, how much I love you.
Though we’re only fifteen now,
You will be my only girl,
Because when you are near
I feel things I can’t explain,
When the moon appears in the sky
I want to be in the park
Looking at it by your side,
Lying in the night.
So, come back, don’t you see
What you mean to me?
And how much I love you.
By now I can just wait
And write on this paper
How much I love you.
Now that you’re down in your bedroom
The whole world is around.
But when you had a smiling face
You were so alone, you were so alone.
Your healthy bird has flown
Old bright lights fade low,
This slender calm is now the worst lie,
The worst lie.
You’d like to get up, you’d like to talk to us
But this silent plague just lets you breathe.
When everybody is gone, when lights are off,
I’m hiding in the bathroom waiting like a ghost,
Waiting like a ghost.
And I run to your side to shut the machine off,
And I run to your side to shut the machine off,
And I see you going away,
The smile back on your face,
As you fly away from the world’s charity.
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She threw the towel in, because papers appeared in her dreams,
Because numbers swirled around, because when she closed her eyes she heard problems,
So she threw the towel in and she had a boyfriend who called her each night
To tell her a fable with his ghosts and his transcendental thoughts: “Baby, I’m worried”.
She threw the towel in, maybe when she heard others had done it, and now
they’re living somewhere else, and where their car used to be, there’s only a brake fluid
stain, and a not-too-empty hole. No spring could make them return.
She prepared everything and left. She dreamed of forgetting, so she filled her motorbike’s tank, and once she was far enough, she sought a job to settle down.
Two months later, she noticed people began to stare. She knew she was being missed. On a TV show (who knows which one), her old boyfriend showed up crying.
But she had already thrown the towel in. She became red-haired and cursed the sudden memory: “Now that I had finally forgotten!”
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