Lá dizem os franceses, e como eu gosto desta frase, quando se está atolado de merda até ao pescoço, não há outro remédio senão cantar.
Cante-se, portanto!
'My world is a dark and out of touch
I'm left alone a bit too much
What You see is what you get
but when you can't there's nothing left
My world is full of mortal scenes
that blind my eyes and steal my dreams
I can't see or feel it yet
and as I can't there's nothing left
I'll miss it from the cradle to the grave
I'll miss it from the cradle to the grave
I'll miss you from the cradle to the grave'
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