Boa-noite e boa-sorte

São em momentos como esse que eu percebo o quanto música, frio e solidão me fazem bem.

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FRANZ FERDINAND - AUF ACHSE
Composição: Alex Kapranos, Nick McCarthy, Bob Hardy, Paul Thomson

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done

Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done

And now I'm nailed above you, pushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die, thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise that I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing I will never rise again

You see her, you hear her
You want her, you want to

You see her, you still hear her
You want her, you still want to



Ela nem é tão especial, e vejam só o que eu fiz.