Custou-me a acordar hoje, outra vez. A minha casa está vazia, a minha cama está vazia. O meu peito está vazio de correspondência. Não consigo produzir pensamentos felizes... No entanto vinha no carro e ouvi o Robbie Williams na rádio. Uma canção que não acabando com o frio que sinto, me deixou menos gelado.
Something beautiful
You can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful that day.
A love is getting too cynical
Passion's just physical these days
You analyze everyone you meet
But get no sign, love ain't kind
every night you admit defeat and cry yourself blind
If you can't wake up in the morning
Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
Some kind of beautiful (will come your way)
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