segunda-feira, 13 de setembro de 2004

começa a semana e a primeira frase me lembra de uma música...

I JUST WASN’T MADE FOR THESE TIMES


Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
I’ve been trying hard to find the people
That I won’t leave behind

They say I got brains
But they ain’t doing me no good
I wish they could

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin’ for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(can’t find nothin’ I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(can’t find nothin’ I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasn’t made for these times

Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found

Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
What’s it all about

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin’ for myself
But what goes wrong


Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad

(can’t find nothin’ I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad

(can’t find nothin’ I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times

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