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To my most perfect shrink Take me where there's flowers, Where music plays and hours Don't hurt like bad dreams, Take me where they're all good. Find me a place in the mountain, Where we could see the sunset Everytime we wanted to, And night was bright as day. Take me where my eyes don't rain, Where my being is not 90% pain, Take me, I'll close my eyes As you drive through magnetic motorways. Take me away Take me any way This life stinks like hyperlinks, How I hate the virtual things, I want to touch and feel And live But not alone. Take me Whoever you are. Damon Durham Damon at 8:36 da tarde
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where words come together as waves, blue and beautiful, dying in the whiteness, but repeating themselves like music notes, from sunrise to sunset to sunrise again. um livro: «Saudades de Nova Iorque», de Pedro Paixão. um filme: «Memento». um disco: «King of limbs», Radiohead. |