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Bem, isto é para quem me conhece da universidade (ou para quem sabe da história lol):

Ele está de volta!

Anger

Sem palavras, há a música.

Lie Low

Não tenho nem tempo, nem paciência, nem vontade para escrever o que quer que seja. Pelo que fica aí o meu estado de espírito.


When the future's architectured By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

The Art Of Losing

Last call now I'm outta time
And I don't got no valentine
Singled out, now I stand alone
The underdog in a modern world
Suburbia is hot tonight
But nothing seems to feel alright
I don't want your sympathy
I just need a little therapy
At least that's what they say to me

Hey ho let's go
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One two fuck you
Don't tell me what to do
I don't wanna be like you
Can't you see it's killing me
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing

Fit the mold and do what you're told
Get a job and start growing old
9 to 5 can make your dreams come true
But I don't wanna be like you
I'm not cool and I'll never be
I break the rules and I guarantee
I don't want your sympathy
I just need a little therapy
At least that's what they say to me

Hey ho let's go
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One two fuck you
Don't tell me what to do
I don't wanna be like you
Can't you see it's killing me
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing

You call me a loser
Say I'm just a user
But I'll just keep on moving
Cause that's the art of losing

Hey ho let's go
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One two fuck you
Don't tell me what to do
I don't wanna be like you
Can't you see it's killing me
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing

Theme #4

Teste de ACED amanhã, cabeça a mil à hora, mais um falhanço.
Sem tempo e vontade para escrever, fica a musica mais conhecida dos portugueses Renderfly.



Letra:

Where there's a will there's a way,
I know that's what they say.
But sometimes you win, but sometimes
wou lose,
it ain't always up to you.
So kill the clichés, stay drunk for days,
"Ace high" to play, you lose...
...may all your dreams pull through

Do unto those as you'd have
them unto you.
Is that just a quote in a book,
Stephen King or Herman Wouke?
So fix the big game. Falsify names.
Transfer the blame from you...
...may all your dreams pull through

Raze the windmills in your mind,
and leave your sanity behind.
'Cause once we compromise the quest,
we don't always do what's best.

So fumble the ball. Get sick in the hall.
Get caught sparying walls "fuck you"...
...may all your dreams pull through