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Em homenagem: ao Continental, a melhor e mais hardcore discoteca gótica do mundo, à Ana, que me lembrou agora a kate bush, aos placebo, pelo seu bom gosto para escolher -e fazer- música, aos amores frustados deste mundo, ao pedro filipe pinto (lupi), de quem tive o previlégio de ser irmã durante 27 anos e para toda a vida, à Telma, por partilhar comigo um dos meus melhores amigos e ser pouco ciumenta. enfim. esta é para eles e e elas e "its". Kate Bush - Running up that Hill It doesn't hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. Say, If I only could, oh...
You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware I'm tearing you asunder. Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.
Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we? You, it's you and me. It's you and me won't be unhappy.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building, Say, if I only could, oh...
You, It's you and me, It's you and me won't be unhappy.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling, Let me steal this moment from you now. C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling, Let's exchange the experience, oh..."
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems. |