Feast on the labor of your mind. And you won't go hungry and you won't go blind. Feed on the pictures of all you've left behind. Knowing they are just pictures, still and sad and refined.
Tô namorando aquela mina. Mas não sei se ela me namora. Mina maneira do condomínio. Lá do bairro onde eu moro(BIS). . Seu cabelo me alucina. Sua boca me devora.
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone.
Well, I woke up this morning. And I looked out the door. I can tell that old milk cow. By the way she lowed. . Hold it fellows, that don't move me. Let's get real, real gone for a change.