Well you didn't wake up this morning, 'cause you didn't go to bed,
you were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.
The calendar on your wall, is ticking the days off,
You've been reading some old letters,
you smile and think how much you've changed,
all the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains and the sun burns into your eyes,
you watch a plane flying, across the clear blue sky.
This is the day, your life will surely change,
This is the day, when things fall into place.
You could've done anything, if you'd wanted,
and all your friends and family think that your lucky.
But the side of you they'll never see,
Is when you're left alone with the memories,
that hold your life, together like glue.
Uma vez cometi o erro de dizer pro Alê que o som inturmental vinha de uma gaita de sopro....
Nstc, nstc
This is The Day
The The
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