Pois \u00e9, dia 5 de julho \u00e9 um dia daqueles complicados, um dia pra ser\u00a0sempre lembrado. H\u00e1 oito anos um cidad\u00e3o dava adeus a todos n\u00f3s e ainda d\u00e1 uma baita saudade. Hoje acordei meio assim, assim, por causa da data. \u00c9 batata, nesse dia \u00e9 sempre desse jeito!<\/p>\n
Como ele gostava de m\u00fasica como eu, cabe aqui\u00a0uma homenagem. Valeu!<\/p>\n
Know a man, his face seemed pulled and tense
\nLike he’s riding, on a motorbike in the strongest winds
\nSo I approach with tact, suggest that he should relax
\nBut he’s always moving much too fast<\/p>\n
Said he’ll see me on the flipside
\nOn this trip he’s taken for a ride
\nHe’s been taking too much on
\nThere he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
\nThere he goes<\/p>\n
He’s yet to come back, but I’ve seen his picture
\nIt doesn’t look the same up on the rack
\nWe go way back<\/p>\n
And I wonder about his insides
\nIts like his thoughts are too big for his size
\nHe’s been taken, where I don’t know
\nThere he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
\nThere he goes<\/p>\n
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
\nSeems my preconceptions are what, should’ve been burned
\nFor he still smiles, and he’s still strong
\nNothing’s changed but the surrounding bullshit, that has grown<\/p>\n
And now he’s home, and we’re laughing
\nLike we always did my same old, same old friend
\nUntil a quarter to ten I saw the strain creep in
\nHe seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next
\nBefore his first step,
\nHe’s off again<\/p>\n