quarta-feira, julho 28, 2004

Música do dia...

The Postal Service -"The district sleeps alone tonight"
 
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
 I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried
 underneath where i am
 
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with bigh block letters
 adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitory here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
 
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment
complex
A stranger with yor door key explaining that i am just
 visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
 
 D.C. sleeps alone tonight
 
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment
 complex
 A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just
 visiting
 And i am finally seing why i was the one worth leaving
 The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn
out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
 And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving





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