Pincéis e Aguarelas
Se te desse pincéis
E aguarelas
Farias dos meus sonhos
As tuas telas?
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The Perfect Drug – NIN – 1997
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Nine Inch Nails – The Perfect Drug
http://www.nin.com/
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Desvanecer Do Meu Ser
Perco-me em pensamentos,
Trivialidades de mim.
Sonho-me grande,
mostro-me pequeno.
Acabo por ser nada,
Acabo por não ser.
Isto não sou eu,
É o desvanecer do meu ser.
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Cada vez mais penso que ‘es apenas um doce. Sacarose dos meus olhos.
Algo que me delicia enquanto não tenho mais ninguém para olhar.
Tu ‘es o alvo perfeito. Consumo-te quase todos os dias sem dares conta. Ou será que dás?
Minto. Sinto-me cansado de olhar sem ser olhado.
De me dar a ti sem aproveitares.
Parece que tudo o que faço te passa ao lado.
Não sei como reagir. Parece que terei que fingir que nada sinto
E esperar que o que quer que seja desvaneça…
E’ frustrante andar a fingir sentimentos. Emoções.
E’ uma base de mentira, para muitos difícil de acompanhar.
Mas se fingir tão bem, sentirei também.
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Vestes-me com um manto de invisibilidade
Olhas para mim sem me veres
Passas por mim sem me tocares
Não reparas que sou o chão que pisas
Enquanto tu és o ar que respiro.
Porque não me dás alguma dignidade
Esmaga-me de uma vez só
Nem na vida me dás direito à morte
Sofrerei de te ver sem te ter, até à eternidade.
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