guess what?!
bem parece que simplesmente o dr. joão dos saint peter da silva e não sei mais o que que é amigo do vosso senhor e das prendas e do caneco que existe não sei onde e mais o que e a vida é nice e tudo e tudo divagações e tal (stop) anda a brincar com o pessoal; sim uma linguagem mais directa e não tão complicadamente minha.
bem se acharem normal Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva Sol Chuva num só dia e numa época em que deviam estar a espreitar os primeiros raios de sol (isto quando eu era pequenino acontecia isto à pois!) então não precisam reclamar com o velhote, ou novo, sim porque disseram-me que isto de ir para o céu era tipo um tratamento de beleza e rejuvenescimento assim meio para o eterno (whatever) (sim isto agora do whatever ta na moda aproveitem); enfim!
humm...
bem mas n se queixem assim muito muito porque parece que nuestros hermanos andam a apanhar com floquinhos de neve tão fofinhos e geladinhos..
reclamem lá com o homem sim porque ele não deve tardar a amandar montes de sol a mais e tal!
bem seja de que maneira for sejam simples e aproveitem ao segundo, visto a morte ser instantânea.
" live | fast & deep | die young "
"
When you got it, you know you got it
When it's gone, you know you lost it
Nobody ever switched your switch
Nobody ever scratches your itch
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blinding light
Now you're gonna feel the bite...
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
If you need it, you must beleive it
When it's gone you can;t retrieve it
Csn't see where it all went wrong
You don't know what's going on
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blind at night
Now you're gonna feel the bite
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
When it's on, you know it's on
When it bites, you know you're wrong
Don't feel good about yourself
Don't know if you're someone else
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blind all right
Now you're gonna feel the bite

Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
"
by motorhead
piced me
"
When you got it, you know you got it
When it's gone, you know you lost it
Nobody ever switched your switch
Nobody ever scratches your itch
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blinding light
Now you're gonna feel the bite...
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
If you need it, you must beleive it
When it's gone you can;t retrieve it
Csn't see where it all went wrong
You don't know what's going on
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blind at night
Now you're gonna feel the bite
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
When it's on, you know it's on
When it bites, you know you're wrong
Don't feel good about yourself
Don't know if you're someone else
Out of time, serves you right
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Out of time, blind all right
Now you're gonna feel the bite
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
Turned around again, turned around again
Turned around again
Out for blood, out for blood
Out to lunch and no damn good...
"
by motorhead
piced me
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