Here's where the story ends...
People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
Music: The Sundays
Após 4 anos de blogosfera...
i think this could be it... the end.
Após 4 anos de blogosfera...
i think this could be it... the end.
10 Comments:
e sempre ao domingo, e num samartaime.
Será provocatório.
Mas nem por isso menos triste.
Um blog é sempre bom, é uma companhia...
Vai escrevendo... outr@s irão lendo...
Habituamo-nos aos espaços... e esquecemo-nos que eles são virtuais...
Até sempre.
Três destes quatro surpreenderam-me e deliciaram-me em cada visita, foram minha companhia e motivo de reflexão muitas vezes até estrada fora, tantas vezes olho para o espelho retrovisor, e nesse gesto recordo um post que aqui fizeste, espero, voltar aqui um dia e ter uma agradável surpresa.
Pois. Mas o melhor é nem traduzir!
Tenho pena que as pessoas que comentam deste modo não tenham a sensibilidade suficiente e a honestidade para respeitar a pessoa que durante estes quatro anos o protagonizou... Que escreveu momentos tão acarinhados e "aplaudidos" por uma generalidade de leitores honestos.
Quem não quer o bem, é preferível o silêncio à hipocrisia.
Tenho a lamentar que este fim seja assim, mas se este é o melhor jeito para quem o escreveu, que assim seja!!
Vou estando perto, mas muito longe!!!
Petit Prince (ou P.P)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPxmM_lWS5M
Se tem de ser assim, que o seja.
Foi sempre bom vir aqui.
Lu
Foi uma boa companhia...
Pena ter que ir
Mas...
Obrigada
A lberdade da decisão deve ser salvaguardada. Como leitora tenho pena que este teu mundo não seja infinito.
Até uma próxima aventura
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