Herdeiro da Pampa Pobre. (Gacho da fronteira/vain darde). ?que pampa essa que eu recebo agora. com a misso de cultiver raizes. se dessa pampa que me fala a stria.
I'll be out there all the night, some drugs in my head will make me feel. alright.. Everynight it's just the same, I get high, I get high, I get high, yeah..
I sit in silence here alone. An agony I've made my own. An empty chasm in the dark. Is where I choose to hide my heart. . Something that I've lived with.
Hey, neighbor coma and see. Another reason to be me. Guess I win. . The finest is all I own. Why even my hair's hand sewn. Guess I win. . You've got a home you prize.
There's light in your old house. Where you slept when you were young. It's cold out. The snow seems like it's hung, in the shadows. In-between the thin bruised air.
Take my hand. Just the way we go. Feel your mind. Melt down to the bone. Say you don't know what it's like. to be mesmerised and petrified. Show you what it's like, if you knew.
They hung a sign up in our town. "if you live it up, you won't live it down". So she left Monte Rio son. Just like a bullet leaves a gun. With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips.
When you are sleeping do you dream of me?. How strange, how strange?. 'Cause you know what they say. . About the visions in your head. And what they mean.
Sonnet I. In times of warmth when love and comfort dear. Have cast their blindless light upon my star,. How is it that I wish to disappear. And find myself again back where you are?.
Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Like my soul.
I heard a story. It's too hard to mention. I heard a thing once. I can't even say. I had a moment. Of doubtful suspension. But it's almost forgotten. It's been pulled away.
People has stirred moved by the word.. Kneel at the shrine, deceived by the wine.. How was the earth conceived? infinite space.. Is there such a place? you must believe in the human race..
Just take my heart put it on ice. 'cause I don't think I could stand another blow. Just one more tumble of the dice. Though it's slipping through my hands.
(Lake, Sinfield). . There may be an om in moment. But there's very few folk in focus. Not the first, not the last, not the least.. You needn't be well to be wealthy.
I wish I would have known. That I'd be reaping what I sown. But now I can't stop. Now that the hurt's begun. What have I done, oh what have I done?. .
Looking at life through these pictures of you. Who we were and what we went through. Time takes a toll on a photograph. I must remember to take care. .
Don't try to beat 'em up. Just call them all aboard. 'Cause when your bark is gone. You're gonna take 'em all head on. . Your faith is running low. It's too bad you'll never know.