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/&gt;Tryin' to walk through&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I lost my grip&lt;br /&gt;And I hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was so sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of livin' a lie&lt;br /&gt;I was wishin' that I&lt;br /&gt;Would die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;With the blink of an eye you finally see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That one last shot's a permanent vacation&lt;br /&gt;And how high can you fly with broken wings?&lt;br /&gt;Life's a journey not a destination&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You have to learn to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Before you learn to walk&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't listen to all that righteous talk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to survive&lt;br /&gt;Scratchin' to stay alive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;With the blink of an eye you finally see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desperate hearts (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Did you wanna see without and give it out now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yeah ya-ka-kow, ya-ka-ka-ka-kow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, it's amazing&lt;/p&gt; So, from all of us at Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;May be you&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-1941899552680581098?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elNZSd9xnOU/SrredqtZupI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kH8CaU0xgg/S220/Brisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981858914766691396.post-3395817702591862681</id><published>2009-07-09T11:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:34:00.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Innuendo</title><content type='html'>(Queen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava ouvindo a Kiss, e depois de Silent Lucidity... eis que despertam minha alma com essa música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand&lt;br /&gt;While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land&lt;br /&gt;While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Till the mountains crumble into the plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Tread that fine line&lt;br /&gt;Oh we'll keep on tryin yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just passing our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we live according to race, colour or creed&lt;br /&gt;While we rule by blind madness and pure greed&lt;br /&gt;Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion&lt;br /&gt;Through the cons, and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'&lt;br /&gt;We'll tread that fine line&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh we'll keep on tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the sorrow all through our splendour&lt;br /&gt;Don't take offence at my innuendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be anything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Be free with your tempo be free be free&lt;br /&gt;Surrender your ego be free be free to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky&lt;br /&gt;If there's a point if there's a reason to live or die&lt;br /&gt;If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask&lt;br /&gt;Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Hey tread that fine line&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll keep on smiling yeah (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And whatever will be will be&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;We'll just keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-3395817702591862681?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/3395817702591862681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981858914766691396&amp;postID=3395817702591862681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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murari&lt;br /&gt;Haribol haribol haribol&lt;br /&gt;Haribol haribol haribol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seres mais sedutor do que o próprio cupido, roubaste o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Cante o nome de Deus Cante o nome de Deus Cante o nome de Deus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-5026022400873503780?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/5026022400873503780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981858914766691396&amp;postID=5026022400873503780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981858914766691396/posts/default/5026022400873503780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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side&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star and then take a ride&lt;br /&gt;To the river that sings and the clover that&lt;br /&gt;Brings good luck to you, it's all true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink elephants and lemonade, dear Jessie&lt;br /&gt;Hear the laughter running through the love parade&lt;br /&gt;Candy kisses and a sunny day, dear Jessie&lt;br /&gt;See the roses raining on the love parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;Is inside your heart it will never leave&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden gate where the fairies all wait&lt;br /&gt;And dancing moons, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Where the mermaids sing as they comb their hair&lt;br /&gt;Like a fountain of gold you can never grow old&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are made, your love parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are made inside the love parade&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday inside the love parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the merry-go-round of lovers and white turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;Leprechauns floating by, this is your lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Sugarplum fingertips kissing your honey lips&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes sleepy head, is it time for your bed&lt;br /&gt;Never forget what I said, hang on you're already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Where the mermaids sing as they comb their hair&lt;br /&gt;Like a fountain of gold you can never grow old&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are made, your love parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-3249264035078649112?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/3249264035078649112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elNZSd9xnOU/SrredqtZupI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kH8CaU0xgg/S220/Brisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981858914766691396.post-8539169376055178081</id><published>2008-01-17T16:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:44:53.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzada</title><content type='html'>(Boca Livre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei andar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Por essas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Sei do perigo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há sinal de sol&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo me acalma&lt;br /&gt;No seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter mais&lt;br /&gt;Sangue morto nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Quero o abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Do seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Que me incendeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há sinal de cais&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo me acalma&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você parece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum senhor te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Você também se dá um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dá abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor nas janelas da casa&lt;br /&gt;Olho no seu inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Você também se dá um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dá abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dá um riso&lt;br /&gt;Dá um tiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter mais&lt;br /&gt;Sangue morto nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Quero o abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Do seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Que me incendeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há sinal de paz&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo me acalma&lt;br /&gt;No seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você parece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum senhor te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Você também se dá um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dá abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor nas janelas da casa&lt;br /&gt;Olho no seu inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Você também se dá um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dá abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dá um riso&lt;br /&gt;Dá um tiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você também&lt;br /&gt;Se dá um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dá abrigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elNZSd9xnOU/SrredqtZupI/AAAAAAAAADM/_kH8CaU0xgg/S220/Brisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981858914766691396.post-6596280751345755953</id><published>2008-01-17T16:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:38:46.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvem cigana</title><content type='html'>(Lô Borges e Ronaldo Bastos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser eu danço com você&lt;br /&gt;No pó da estrada&lt;br /&gt;Pó, poeira, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Se você soltar o pé na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Pó, poeira&lt;br /&gt;Eu danço com você o que você dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você deixar o sol bater&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus cabelos verdes&lt;br /&gt;Sol, sereno, ouro e prata&lt;br /&gt;Sai e vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Sol, semente, madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo em qualquer parte de seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você deixar o coração bater sem medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser eu danço com você&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Pó, poeira, movimento&lt;br /&gt;O meu nome é nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Ventania, flor de vento&lt;br /&gt;Eu danço com você o que você dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você deixar o coração bater sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Se você deixar o coração bater sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Se você deixar o coração bater sem medo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-6596280751345755953?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/6596280751345755953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981858914766691396&amp;postID=6596280751345755953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Someone like him&lt;br /&gt;So secure&lt;br /&gt;Content to live each day&lt;br /&gt;Just like the last&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I knew that&lt;br /&gt;This was not for me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted so much more&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond what I could see&lt;br /&gt;So I swore that I'd&lt;br /&gt;Never be someone like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years have passed&lt;br /&gt;Since I proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;My independence&lt;br /&gt;My mission&lt;br /&gt;My aim&lt;br /&gt;And my vision&lt;br /&gt;So secure&lt;br /&gt;Content to live each day&lt;br /&gt;Like it's my last&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to know&lt;br /&gt;That I could be&lt;br /&gt;Something more than what I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond what I could see&lt;br /&gt;Still I swear that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Missing out this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I could tell&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more I need&lt;br /&gt;But still I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Could this be everything&lt;br /&gt;Then all I swore&lt;br /&gt;That I would never be was now&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly&lt;br /&gt;The only thing&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To become&lt;br /&gt;To be someone just like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Razor's Edge (19:56-24:00) Lyrics by John Petrucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move in circles&lt;br /&gt;Balanced all the while&lt;br /&gt;On a gleaming razor's edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect sphere&lt;br /&gt;Colliding with our fate&lt;br /&gt;This story ends where it began&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-6069968570667858238?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/6069968570667858238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981858914766691396&amp;postID=6069968570667858238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981858914766691396/posts/default/6069968570667858238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Listen to my simple story&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll have someting to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you're cold on the inside&lt;br /&gt;How can the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Be a place that your heart can embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be good to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody else&lt;br /&gt;Has the power to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help you&lt;br /&gt;Please let me try to&lt;br /&gt;I can heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;That you're feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want me&lt;br /&gt;You know that I will be&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;That you say you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have really hurt you&lt;br /&gt;To make you say the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;He must have really hurt you&lt;br /&gt;To make those pretty eyes look so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have known&lt;br /&gt;That he could&lt;br /&gt;That you'd never leave him&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't see my love is good&lt;br /&gt;And that I'm not him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help you&lt;br /&gt;Please let me try to&lt;br /&gt;I can heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;That you're feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want me&lt;br /&gt;You know that I will be&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;That you say you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a lover&lt;br /&gt;That can't be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me I'm the one you've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;If you ever should see him again&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell him you've found someone who gives you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someone who will protect you&lt;br /&gt;Love and respect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things&lt;br /&gt;That he never could bring to you&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;Or rather I would&lt;br /&gt;Won't you show me your heart&lt;br /&gt;Like you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me in&lt;br /&gt;Let this love begin&lt;br /&gt;Won't you show me your heart now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good to you&lt;br /&gt;I can make this thing true&lt;br /&gt;And get to your heart somehow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981858914766691396-6147645339795495176?l=acancaododia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acancaododia.blogspot.com/feeds/6147645339795495176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981858914766691396&amp;postID=6147645339795495176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981858914766691396/posts/default/6147645339795495176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981858914766691396/posts/default/6147645339795495176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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