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Sweet, sweet forever
I’ll comfort myself in my next life…

Foto que tirei em Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris, setembro de 2010

Paris, Regina Spektor

I could’ve settled down in Paris
But the man who came for me
Took me by the hand
And said it was time to leave
Margaret atwood, she could not stop him
Virginia woolf, she could not stop him
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

I got back home from Paris
And he told me what I’d done was wrong
And though his speech was rather long
I listened like an obedient child
The light was coming in through the windows
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

Margaret atwood, she could not stop me
Virginia woolf, she could not stop me
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

Sweet, sweet forever
I’ll comfort myself in my next life…

He told me that he couldn’t live without me
And I told him the same thing too
And though we knew it wasn’t true
We both knew it wasn’t a lie
The light was coming in through the window
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

Margaret atwood, she could not stop me
Virginia woolf, she could not stop me
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

Sweet, sweet forever

I’ll comfort myself in my next life…


Dois meses, uma eternidade.

Em outros três meses, uma vida.

Home

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
So million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
In each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another airplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far
From where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
and gone away
And in Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people
I Still feel alone
Let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home

Let me go home
It all will be alright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

(Composição: Michael Buble, David Foster, Bill Ross)

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