15 março 2004

This is for you:


Sunrise sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clocks had nine fifteen for hours



and


Wakin' up without you I can hardly speak at all
(...)
In the mornin'
Baby in the afternoon

Funny how my favorite shirt
Smells more like you than me
Bitter traces left behind
Stains no one can see

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