<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:33:31.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras de Música</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5559987380296074462</id><published>2010-05-17T05:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:15:14.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorteio</title><content type='html'>A loja do altivo e o eu leio, eu conto estão sorteando um sucesso de Marian Keyes. Participe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHG4E2H5U7M/S-V1FCwgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4zSi4wv6B7A/s1600/EAGORA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHG4E2H5U7M/S-V1FCwgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4zSi4wv6B7A/s320/EAGORA.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5559987380296074462?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5559987380296074462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5559987380296074462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5559987380296074462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5559987380296074462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorteio.html' title='Sorteio'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHG4E2H5U7M/S-V1FCwgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4zSi4wv6B7A/s72-c/EAGORA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-855539309178564538</id><published>2010-02-04T17:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:56:00.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated Hearts - Yeah Yeah Yeahs</title><content type='html'>Cheated by the opposite of love&lt;br /&gt;Held on high from up, up, up above&lt;br /&gt;Kept my high from the second one&lt;br /&gt;Kept my eye on the first one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And she's taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And he's taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;And we're taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll take on high&lt;br /&gt;She'll take on high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that I'm bigger than the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated by the opposite of love&lt;br /&gt;Held on high from up, up, up above&lt;br /&gt;Kept my high from the second one&lt;br /&gt;Kept my eye on the first one, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Take these rings and stow them safe away&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them on another rainy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-855539309178564538?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/855539309178564538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=855539309178564538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/855539309178564538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/855539309178564538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheated-hearts-yeah-yeah-yeahs.html' title='Cheated Hearts - Yeah Yeah Yeahs'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4615195851872881564</id><published>2010-02-03T08:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:49:00.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Off - Violent Femmes</title><content type='html'>I need someone&lt;br /&gt;a person to talk to&lt;br /&gt;someone who'd care to love &lt;br /&gt;could it be you&lt;br /&gt;could it be you&lt;br /&gt;situation gets rough&lt;br /&gt;then I start to panic&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's just a habit&lt;br /&gt;hey kid your sick&lt;br /&gt;well, darling this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can all just kiss off into the air&lt;br /&gt;behind my back I can see them stare&lt;br /&gt;they'll hurt me bad but I won't mind&lt;br /&gt;they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;(yeah yeah) they do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that this will go down &lt;br /&gt;on your permanent record&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;well don't get so distressed &lt;br /&gt;did I happen to mention that I'm impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one one one cause you left me and &lt;br /&gt;two two two for my family and &lt;br /&gt;3 3 3 for my heartache and &lt;br /&gt;4 4 4 for my headaches and &lt;br /&gt;5 5 5 for my lonely and &lt;br /&gt;6 6 6 for my sorrow and &lt;br /&gt;7 7 for no tomorrow and&lt;br /&gt;8 8 I forget what 8 was for and &lt;br /&gt;9 9 9 for a lost god and&lt;br /&gt;10 10 10 10 for everything &lt;br /&gt;everything everything everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can all just kiss off into the air&lt;br /&gt;behind my back I can see them stare&lt;br /&gt;they'll hurt me bad but I won't mind&lt;br /&gt;they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;(yeah yeah) they do it all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4615195851872881564?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4615195851872881564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4615195851872881564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4615195851872881564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4615195851872881564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/02/kiss-off-violent-femmes.html' title='Kiss Off - Violent Femmes'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3265345221380399652</id><published>2010-02-02T20:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:15:00.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock And Roll - The Velvet Underground</title><content type='html'>Jenny said when she was just five years old&lt;br /&gt;There was nothin' happenin' at all&lt;br /&gt;Every time she puts on a radio&lt;br /&gt;There was nothin' goin' down at all, &lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station&lt;br /&gt;You know, she don't believe what she heard at all&lt;br /&gt;She started shakin' to that fine fine music&lt;br /&gt;You know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the amputations you know you could just go out&lt;br /&gt;And dance to the rock 'n' roll station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright&lt;br /&gt;It was allright&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;You know it was allright&lt;br /&gt;It was allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny said when she was just bout five years old&lt;br /&gt;You know my parents are gonna be the death of us all&lt;br /&gt;Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars -&lt;br /&gt;Well you know it ain't gonna help me at all&lt;br /&gt;Not just a little tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine mornin' she turns on a New York station&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe what she hears at all&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, She started dancin' to that fine fine music&lt;br /&gt;You know her life is saved by rock 'n' roll,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, rock n' roll &lt;br /&gt;Despite all the computations&lt;br /&gt;You could just dance to that rock 'n' roll station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby it was allright&lt;br /&gt;And it was alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey it was allright&lt;br /&gt;It was allright&lt;br /&gt;Hey here she comes now!&lt;br /&gt;Jump! Jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jenny said when she was just bout' five years old&lt;br /&gt;Hey you know there's nothin' happenin' at all&lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;Every time I put on the radio,&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothin' goin' down at all, &lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;But one fine mornin' she hears a New York station&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe what she heard at all&lt;br /&gt;Hey, not at all&lt;br /&gt;She started dancin' to that fine fine music&lt;br /&gt;You know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Despite all the computations&lt;br /&gt;You know you could just dance to the rock 'n' roll station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, allright&lt;br /&gt;And it was allright &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;And it was allright&lt;br /&gt;C'mon now&lt;br /&gt;Little better &lt;br /&gt;Little bit&lt;br /&gt;It was allright&lt;br /&gt;It was allright&lt;br /&gt;And it was allright, allright&lt;br /&gt;It's allright, allright&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's allright, now&lt;br /&gt;Allright, baby it's allright, now &lt;br /&gt;Baby it's allright, allright now&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's allright&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's allright now&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby,oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's allright, now&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's allright now&lt;br /&gt;All, allright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3265345221380399652?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3265345221380399652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3265345221380399652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3265345221380399652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3265345221380399652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/02/rock-and-roll-velvet-underground.html' title='Rock And Roll - The Velvet Underground'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8784479243876487886</id><published>2010-02-01T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:41:00.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Right - Take The Crown</title><content type='html'>I can feel this rushing through me &lt;br /&gt;Always, always&lt;br /&gt;You were the one &lt;br /&gt;That got away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting your attention &lt;br /&gt;And you never thought it would end like this,&lt;br /&gt;You never thought it would, never thought you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly lose your breath until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;You were right though all of this&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing the same song again&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;You were right though all of this&lt;br /&gt;We get what we ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting repetition hold us back again in &lt;br /&gt;This perfect example&lt;br /&gt;They all know what bleeds through walls &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly loose your breath until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;You were right through all of this&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing the same song again &lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;You were right though all of this&lt;br /&gt;We get what we ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround&lt;br /&gt;You're right, you're right&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;On and on feelings surround us&lt;br /&gt;You're right&lt;br /&gt;You were right though all of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8784479243876487886?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8784479243876487886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8784479243876487886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8784479243876487886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8784479243876487886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-right-take-crown.html' title='You&apos;re Right - Take The Crown'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7448795063837798244</id><published>2010-01-31T07:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:10:00.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another - Pete Yorn</title><content type='html'>You and I, we’re two of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but you’ll never relate,&lt;br /&gt;what makes you tick? It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that I should get away from it all,&lt;br /&gt;and bury my head in the sand if I want to,&lt;br /&gt;I think you... should thank me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were lying wide awake in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get over your stardom,&lt;br /&gt;and I could never see you depart us&lt;br /&gt;and you’re my baby,&lt;br /&gt;you’re just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mind the way I had to see ya,&lt;br /&gt;my working on a day show never explains why I see you&lt;br /&gt;and I feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to wear my work inside of my head,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t complain but you should never react the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were lying wide awake in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get over your stardom,&lt;br /&gt;and I could never see you depart us&lt;br /&gt;and you’re my baby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were lying wide awake in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get over your stardom,&lt;br /&gt;and I could never see you depart us&lt;br /&gt;and you’re my baby,&lt;br /&gt;you’re just another girl,&lt;br /&gt;just another girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7448795063837798244?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7448795063837798244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7448795063837798244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7448795063837798244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7448795063837798244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-pete-yorn.html' title='Just another - Pete Yorn'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3651340103855550426</id><published>2010-01-30T23:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:39:00.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Away - Oasis</title><content type='html'>Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;About the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And as the day was dawning my plane flew away&lt;br /&gt;With all the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be there when you're coming down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go away, say what you say&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, &lt;br /&gt;yes I need more time just to make things right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my situation and the games I have to play&lt;br /&gt;With all the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Damn my education I can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;With all the things caught in my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be there when you're coming down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go away, say what you say&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, &lt;br /&gt;yes I need more time just to make things right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;All we seem to know is how to show&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go away, say what you say&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, &lt;br /&gt;yes I need more time just to make things right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away, say what you say&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, &lt;br /&gt;yes I need more time just to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;so don't go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3651340103855550426?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3651340103855550426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3651340103855550426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3651340103855550426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3651340103855550426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-go-away-oasis.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Away - Oasis'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3860641208314732033</id><published>2010-01-29T13:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:37:01.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Give 'Em Hell, Kid - My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>Oh baby here comes the sound!&lt;br /&gt;I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.&lt;br /&gt;Can we settle up the score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;Like the firing squad or the mess you made.&lt;br /&gt;Well don't I look pretty walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;In the best damn dress I own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;So c'mon show me how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say&lt;br /&gt;We are young and we don't care. (oh whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams and your hopeless hair. (oh whoa ow)&lt;br /&gt;We never wanted it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;For all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Do you care {at all}?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;So c'mon show me how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What'd you call me?)&lt;br /&gt;(Well, there's no way I'm kissing that guy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3860641208314732033?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3860641208314732033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3860641208314732033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3860641208314732033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3860641208314732033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-em-hell-kid-my-chemical-romance.html' title='Give &apos;Em Hell, Kid - My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7238439738701661681</id><published>2010-01-28T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:41:00.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez</title><content type='html'>One night to be confused &lt;br /&gt;One night to speed up truth &lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made &lt;br /&gt;Four hands and then away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both under influence &lt;br /&gt;We had divine scent &lt;br /&gt;To know what to say &lt;br /&gt;Mind is a razorblade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above &lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;For me, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush &lt;br /&gt;The start a simple touch &lt;br /&gt;One night to push and scream &lt;br /&gt;And then relief &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of perfect tunes &lt;br /&gt;The colors red and blue &lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made &lt;br /&gt;We were in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above &lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;For me, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above &lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you knew the hands of the devil &lt;br /&gt;And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth &lt;br /&gt;Sharing different heartbeats &lt;br /&gt;In one night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above &lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above &lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7238439738701661681?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7238439738701661681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7238439738701661681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7238439738701661681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7238439738701661681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbeats-jose-gonzalez.html' title='Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4634205058849402843</id><published>2010-01-27T21:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:35:00.144-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World</title><content type='html'>Are you gonna live your life wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the back lookin' around?&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna waste your time thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;How you've grown up or how you missed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are never gonna be the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;Where's it gonna get you acting serious?&lt;br /&gt;Things are never gonna be quite what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Even at 25, you gotta start sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna always feel like part of this was mine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna live your life &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the back looking around?&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna waste your time?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a move or you'll miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna ask you what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;Stick around, nostalgia won't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna ask you what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha gonna have to say for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna always feel like part of this was mine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crimson and clover, over and over)&lt;br /&gt;(Crimson and clover, over and over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crimson and clover) Our house in the middle of the street, why did we ever meet?&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over) Started my rock 'n roll fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;(Crimson and clover) Don't don't, don't let's start, why did we ever part?&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over) Kick start my rock 'n roll heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;So come on Davey, sing me somethin' that I know.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna always feel like part of this was mine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love tonight. (Here tonight) x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna always feel like part of this was mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love tonight. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4634205058849402843?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4634205058849402843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4634205058849402843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4634205058849402843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4634205058849402843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/praise-chorus-jimmy-eat-world.html' title='A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5518468040616495995</id><published>2010-01-26T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:34:00.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Happened To My Rock And Roll - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club</title><content type='html'>Spoken:) 1...2...3...4! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a part of me &lt;br /&gt;You want the whole thing &lt;br /&gt;You want to feel something more than I could ever bring &lt;br /&gt;You want it badly &lt;br /&gt;You want it tangled &lt;br /&gt;I want to feel something more than I was strangled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the sweet sensation &lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart to a simple chord &lt;br /&gt;I gave my soul to a new religion &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to you? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants it hallow &lt;br /&gt;She wants it tainted &lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel something more than she was naked &lt;br /&gt;You want to hide away &lt;br /&gt;You scared you'll touch it &lt;br /&gt;I want to feel something more than I can ever take &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the sweet sensation &lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart to a simple chord &lt;br /&gt;I gave my soul to a new religion &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to you, rock'nroll? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you never decide.&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't trust their lies.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much pain you can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be another reason for living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants your image &lt;br /&gt;She wants your kiss &lt;br /&gt;She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is &lt;br /&gt;You want it badly &lt;br /&gt;You want it so completele &lt;br /&gt;I want to feel something more cos I can't fuckin' breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the sweet sensation &lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart to a simple chord &lt;br /&gt;I gave my soul to a new religion (rock'n'roll)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to you, rock'n'roll? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5518468040616495995?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5518468040616495995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5518468040616495995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5518468040616495995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5518468040616495995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatever-happened-to-my-rock-and-roll.html' title='Whatever Happened To My Rock And Roll - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5227160894206018840</id><published>2010-01-25T08:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:34:38.118-02:00</updated><title type='text'>405 (acoustic) - Death Cab for Cutie</title><content type='html'>Ah ah ah ah ah ah, &lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the 405 and drove the stake down into your center &lt;br /&gt;and stated that its never ever been better than this. &lt;br /&gt;I hung my favorite shirt on the floor board wrinkled up &lt;br /&gt;from pulling pushing and tasting. (tasting) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep twisting the truth, &lt;br /&gt;that keeps me thrown askew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misguided by the 405 &lt;br /&gt;because it led me to an alcoholic summer. &lt;br /&gt;I missed the exit to your parents house hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;Red wine and cigarettes &lt;br /&gt;hide your bad habits underneath the patio. (patio patio patio) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep twisting the truth, &lt;br /&gt;that keeps me thrown askew. &lt;br /&gt;You keep twisting the truth, &lt;br /&gt;that keeps me thrown askew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah, &lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah, &lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah, &lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5227160894206018840?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5227160894206018840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5227160894206018840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5227160894206018840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5227160894206018840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/405-acoustic-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='405 (acoustic) - Death Cab for Cutie'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-335761556651202659</id><published>2010-01-20T20:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:49:00.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars</title><content type='html'>"When there's nothing left to burn&lt;br /&gt;You have to set yourself on fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God that was strange to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by a friend of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and said 'Yes I think we've met before'&lt;br /&gt;In that instant it started to pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured a taxi despite all the rain&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence across pont champlain&lt;br /&gt;And all of the time you thought I was sad&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;Now you're outside me&lt;br /&gt;You see all the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Repent all your sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but time and a face that you lose&lt;br /&gt;I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you a postcard&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you the news&lt;br /&gt;From a house down the road from real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I want to say so I'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-335761556651202659?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/335761556651202659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=335761556651202659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/335761556651202659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/335761556651202659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-ex-lover-is-dead-stars.html' title='Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8501070134474443282</id><published>2010-01-16T13:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:14:38.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Girl - No Doubt</title><content type='html'>Take this pink ribbon off my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm exposed and it's no big surprise&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I know exactly where I stand&lt;br /&gt;This world is forcing me to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just a girl, oh, little 'ol me&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't let me out of your sight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite&lt;br /&gt;So don't let me have any rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had it up to here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that I step outside&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons for me to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the little things I hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all those little things that I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they won't let me drive late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, take a good look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just your typical prototype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had it up to here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I making myself clear?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;That's all that you'll let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, living in captivity&lt;br /&gt;Your rule of thumb makes me worry some&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?&lt;br /&gt;What I've succumbed to is making me numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, my apologies&lt;br /&gt;What I've become is so burdensome&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm just a girl, lucky me&lt;br /&gt;Twiddle-dum, there's no comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had it up to&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had it up to&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had it up to here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8501070134474443282?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8501070134474443282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8501070134474443282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8501070134474443282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8501070134474443282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-girl-no-doubt.html' title='Just A Girl - No Doubt'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4147276689417539587</id><published>2010-01-12T11:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:15:00.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace</title><content type='html'>I can't escape this hell&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've tried,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still caged inside,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see,&lt;br /&gt;The darkest side of me,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal.&lt;br /&gt;(This animal. [x2])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape myself, (I can't escape myself)&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've lied, (so many times I've lied)&lt;br /&gt;But there's still rage inside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see,&lt;br /&gt;The darkest side of me,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me through this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wake me from this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape this hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This animal. [x7])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see,&lt;br /&gt;The darkest side of me,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This animal I have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4147276689417539587?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4147276689417539587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4147276689417539587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4147276689417539587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4147276689417539587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/animal-i-have-become-three-days-grace.html' title='Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8659017035260685097</id><published>2010-01-05T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:38:00.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>I heard you're doing okay&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dick&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care&lt;br /&gt;When you don't think about me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it &lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a dick&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a thousand miles to get you&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it &lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it &lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you, heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you, heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you, heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you, heartbreaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8659017035260685097?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8659017035260685097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8659017035260685097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8659017035260685097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8659017035260685097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/addicted-simple-plan.html' title='Addicted - Simple Plan'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5889248649386533003</id><published>2010-01-05T09:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:45:00.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Dela - Nando Reis</title><content type='html'>Esperei por tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Esse tempo agora acabou&lt;br /&gt;Demorou mas fez sentido&lt;br /&gt;Fez sentido que chegou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse nunca&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora já se foi&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais parece triste&lt;br /&gt;Triste eu era&lt;br /&gt;Agora passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou com ela&lt;br /&gt;Sou dela, sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não sou!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu preciso dela&lt;br /&gt;Só dela, com ela&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre olhei&lt;br /&gt;À mim nos outros&lt;br /&gt;Estava em toda a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Sendo muito e tendo pouco&lt;br /&gt;Dando muita explicação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar&lt;br /&gt;Prá esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ver o mundo em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser, te quero muito&lt;br /&gt;Ficar junto e respirar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou com ela&lt;br /&gt;Sou dela, sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não sou!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu preciso dela&lt;br /&gt;Só dela, com ela&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Num outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Trancado e distante&lt;br /&gt;Na esfera lunar&lt;br /&gt;Na superfície&lt;br /&gt;Ou no deserto&lt;br /&gt;No asfalto ou no avião&lt;br /&gt;Na prateleira&lt;br /&gt;De um depósito&lt;br /&gt;Na cordilheira&lt;br /&gt;De um vulcão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te inundar!&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te inundar!&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te inundar!&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te inundar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria é um presépio&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza é tentação&lt;br /&gt;Três Marias de um mistério&lt;br /&gt;A surpresa em procissão&lt;br /&gt;Trocaria a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite que chegou&lt;br /&gt;Luz do dia realidade&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas eu estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou com ela&lt;br /&gt;Sou dela, sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não sou!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu preciso dela&lt;br /&gt;Só dela, com ela&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5889248649386533003?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5889248649386533003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5889248649386533003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5889248649386533003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5889248649386533003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/sou-dela-nando-reis.html' title='Sou Dela - Nando Reis'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5245435797333207974</id><published>2010-01-04T23:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:31:00.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível - Biquini Cavadão</title><content type='html'>Tudo bem quando termina bem&lt;br /&gt;E os seus olhos (e os seus olhos) não estão rasos d'água&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que no coração&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram muitas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Um vocabulário inteiro de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que viceja, também pode agonizar&lt;br /&gt;E perder seu brilho em poucas semanas&lt;br /&gt;E não podemos evitar que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe com o seu relógio invisível&lt;br /&gt;Tirando o tempo de tudo que é perecível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh ... é impossível, é impossível esquecer você&lt;br /&gt;É impossível esquecer o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;É impossível esquecer o que senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que morre fica vivo na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Como é difícil viver carregando um cemitério na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes que eu me esqueça,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que tudo se acabe&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso, eu preciso dizer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh ... é impossível, é impossível esquecer você&lt;br /&gt;É impossível esquecer o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;É impossível esquecer o que senti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5245435797333207974?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5245435797333207974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5245435797333207974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5245435797333207974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5245435797333207974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/impossivel-biquini-cavadao.html' title='Impossível - Biquini Cavadão'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1987182075898813594</id><published>2010-01-04T17:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:30:24.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariane - Legião Urbana</title><content type='html'>I've been working all day&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some things&lt;br /&gt;That are not quite right&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;When will you return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working all day&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it costs&lt;br /&gt;Will you find me there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's just a phase &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working all day&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it costs&lt;br /&gt;I don't think about you&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to do&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1987182075898813594?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1987182075898813594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1987182075898813594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1987182075898813594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1987182075898813594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/mariane-legiao-urbana.html' title='Mariane - Legião Urbana'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2080486868603385877</id><published>2010-01-04T09:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:28:45.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak - No Doubt</title><content type='html'>You and me We used to be together &lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always &lt;br /&gt;I really feel That I'm losing my best friend &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe This could be the end &lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go &lt;br /&gt;And if it's real Well I don't want to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts &lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know what you're thinking &lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories Well, they can be inviting &lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether Mighty frightening &lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I &lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands I sit and cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know just what you're saying &lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) &lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know what you're thinking &lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending &lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are... &lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know just what you're saying &lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) &lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know what you're thinking &lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts! &lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak, &lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you're thinking &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your reasons &lt;br /&gt;I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good &lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' &lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush &lt;br /&gt;don't tell me tell me cause it hurts &lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' &lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2080486868603385877?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2080486868603385877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2080486868603385877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2080486868603385877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2080486868603385877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-speak-no-doubt.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak - No Doubt'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7703967878265786362</id><published>2010-01-03T12:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:08:44.071-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Up - Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ontem assistindo ao filme "Pagando bem, que mal tem?", lembrei dessa música pela qual sou completamente apaixonada. No filme, ela toca na parte em que Miri e Zack fazem sexo pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me up in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Lying to you is a river of sin&lt;br /&gt;Your metaphores, your silent calls&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings are too real&lt;br /&gt;Let them spew, a fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Would do us good today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lift you up, we can love or cry&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm in love, I'll take you up again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to you in a church by the sea&lt;br /&gt;We're late, but not in the same way&lt;br /&gt;We're older today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lift you up, we can love or cry&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm in love, I'll take you up again&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have too many colors and I can only try&lt;br /&gt;Your energy could be runnin' low, now&lt;br /&gt;The juice is dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images we cannot leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Like two riversides we roll back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Lying to you is a river of sin, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Your metaphores, your silent calls&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings are too real, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Let them spew, a fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;With your love you had today, oh, oh hey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7703967878265786362?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7703967878265786362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7703967878265786362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7703967878265786362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7703967878265786362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-me-up-live.html' title='Hold Me Up - Live'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4085548120443401792</id><published>2010-01-01T22:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:28:43.998-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted On My Heart - The Cult</title><content type='html'>I thought you'd be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'd finally found a way to learn to live without you&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just not so&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time, I still can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Drawn upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried everything that I can&lt;br /&gt;To get my heart to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But it just can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just no use&lt;br /&gt;In every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Drawn upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart, oh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to escape you&lt;br /&gt;And I know there ain't no way to&lt;br /&gt;To chase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Drawn upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon C'mon Baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon C'mon Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4085548120443401792?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4085548120443401792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4085548120443401792&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4085548120443401792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4085548120443401792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/painted-on-my-heart-cult.html' title='Painted On My Heart - The Cult'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4288401019663242439</id><published>2010-01-01T09:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:18:08.169-02:00</updated><title type='text'>City Of Blinding Lights - U2</title><content type='html'>The more you see the less you know &lt;br /&gt;The less you find out as you go&lt;br /&gt;I knew much more then than I do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon heart day-glow eyes&lt;br /&gt;A city lit by fireflies&lt;br /&gt;They're advertising in the skies&lt;br /&gt;For people like us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the city of blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look before you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Look ugly in a photograph&lt;br /&gt;Flash bulbs purple irises&lt;br /&gt;The camera can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you walk unafraid&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you in the clothes you made&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the beauty inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the city of blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time...time...time...time...time&lt;br /&gt;Won't leave me as I am&lt;br /&gt;But time won't take the boy out of this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the city of blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know the less you feel&lt;br /&gt;Some pray for others steal&lt;br /&gt;Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel... luckily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4288401019663242439?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4288401019663242439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4288401019663242439&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4288401019663242439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4288401019663242439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-of-blinding-lights-u2.html' title='City Of Blinding Lights - U2'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4948520994235322107</id><published>2009-12-31T23:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:09:00.132-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Is Yet To Come - Hinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E pra fechar a lista, a banda "Hinder". Não há título mais apropriado para a última postagem do ano. "O melhor ainda está por vir". E assim seja. Feliz 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first makeout session,&lt;br /&gt;I learned my first lesson,&lt;br /&gt;While tryin to get to the next base;&lt;br /&gt;When I slipped past her waist,&lt;br /&gt;She smacked my hand away,&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a slap in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't change a damn thing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Love the dumb things we do when we're young;&lt;br /&gt;But the best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first drinkin' lesson,&lt;br /&gt;I followed all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Stole liquor, went down to the lake;&lt;br /&gt;Weed mixed with whiskey, hell, I got so dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;Was more than my stomach could take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't change a damn thing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Love the dumb things we do when we're young;&lt;br /&gt;But the best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Go for it, run toward it, dive in headfirst!&lt;br /&gt;Live life with no regret!&lt;br /&gt;Put your heart out there, don't be scared, you might get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth it in the end!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last high school lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Scared of graduation,&lt;br /&gt;Tipped a few back and showed up too late;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom got mad and my dad, he just laughed,&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Son, I'd have done the same thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go for it, run toward it, dive in headfirst!&lt;br /&gt;Live life with no regret!&lt;br /&gt;Put your heart out there, don't be scared, you might get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth it in the end...&lt;br /&gt;It'll all work out in the end...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the best is yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4948520994235322107?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4948520994235322107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4948520994235322107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4948520994235322107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4948520994235322107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-is-yet-to-come-hinder.html' title='The Best Is Yet To Come - Hinder'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3411174456373655696</id><published>2009-12-31T18:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:36:00.121-02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bloom - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nirvana. Sim NIRVANA! A banda que teve seu auge nos anos 90 pouco antes do suicídio do vocalista Kurt Cobain é a 4º banda que eu conheci em 2009. Deixa eu explicar. Eu já tinha ouvido Nirvana muitas vezes nessa última década - e nunca gostei muito -, mas foi como se eu nunca tivesse realmente escutado a música. E esse ano, quando ouvi IN BLOOM pela primeira vez, meu coração parou!! Que música f**********! Bom, então tá aí a letra pra vocês! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell The Kids For Food&lt;br /&gt;Weather Changes Moods&lt;br /&gt;Spring Is Here Again&lt;br /&gt;Reproductive Glands&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Can Have Some More&lt;br /&gt;Nature Is A Whore&lt;br /&gt;Bruises On The Fruit&lt;br /&gt;Tender Age In Bloom&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's The One&lt;br /&gt;Who Likes All Our Pretty Songs&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Sing Along&lt;br /&gt;And He Likes To Shoot His Gun&lt;br /&gt;But He Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;Knows Not What It Means&lt;br /&gt;When I Say Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3411174456373655696?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3411174456373655696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3411174456373655696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3411174456373655696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3411174456373655696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-bloom-nirvana.html' title='In Bloom - Nirvana'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8951088921732332306</id><published>2009-12-31T15:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:14:00.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryin To Clear My Head - Saving Abel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A terceira é "Saving Abel" que nem lembro onde conheci, mas foi amor a primeira 'ouvida'. Se você não conhece, fica aí a dica. &lt;br /&gt;Curiosidade: Essa banda ficou famosa após abrir os shows do Nickelback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' outside, and I'm trying to clear my head again, &lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' that maybe we were better off as friends, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best, but I gotta make you understand, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know the difference, are we lovers; are we friends? &lt;br /&gt;I know I feel this way, but my head isn't clear enough to be thinkin' &lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts that I'm thinkin', &lt;br /&gt;And my head isn't clear enough, &lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts that I'm thinkin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it through, &lt;br /&gt;Knowin' damn well that I'll have to look at you, &lt;br /&gt;See you face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best but I gotta make you understand, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know the difference, are we lovers, are we friends? &lt;br /&gt;I know I feel this way, but my head isn't clear enough to be thinkin' &lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts that I'm thinkin', &lt;br /&gt;And my head isn't clear enough, &lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts that I'm thinkin'. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinkin'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say we should take another second, or talk another minute. &lt;br /&gt;You say we don't have to give up so easily. &lt;br /&gt;You say we should take another second, or talk another minute, &lt;br /&gt;To sit outside and clear out minds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sittin' outside, and we were tryin' this to understand, &lt;br /&gt;Knowin' damn well that we were better off as friends. &lt;br /&gt;I know I feel this way, but my head isn't clear enough to be thinkin' &lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts that I'm thinkin', &lt;br /&gt;And my head isn't clear enough, &lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts that I'm thinkin'. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinkin'! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinkin'! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinkin'! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm thinkin'! &lt;br /&gt;Well, don't think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8951088921732332306?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8951088921732332306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8951088921732332306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8951088921732332306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8951088921732332306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/tryin-to-clear-my-head-saving-abel.html' title='Tryin To Clear My Head - Saving Abel'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3846744786314511155</id><published>2009-12-31T10:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:17:56.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny - The Click Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A segunda banda é "The Click Five" que vocês já devem ter visto por aqui. Então aqui vai a letra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me baby, then she won't call me. &lt;br /&gt;Says she adores me and then ignores me. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem? &lt;br /&gt;She keeps her distance and sits on fences. &lt;br /&gt;Puts up resistance and builds defenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem? &lt;br /&gt;You leave me hanging on the line. &lt;br /&gt;Every time you change your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you won't, then you say you will. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on. &lt;br /&gt;Or standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, it's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs her own space. She's playing mind games. &lt;br /&gt;Ends up at my place saying that she's changed. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem? &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read between the lines. &lt;br /&gt;You got me going out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on. &lt;br /&gt;Or standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, it's killing me. It's killing me. It's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on. &lt;br /&gt;Or standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on. &lt;br /&gt;Or standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny. It's killing me. It's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3846744786314511155?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3846744786314511155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3846744786314511155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3846744786314511155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3846744786314511155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/jenny-click-five.html' title='Jenny - The Click Five'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1544050367245094044</id><published>2009-12-31T08:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:17:43.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words - After Midnight Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No último dia de 2009 vou fazer aqui um especial das bandas que eu conheci - e amei! - nesse ano. A primeira é "After Midnight Project" com uma das músicas que eu mais ouvi - meu contador de execuções do windows media player não me deixa mentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words that I never said to you &lt;br /&gt;They keep running through this troubled head of mine &lt;br /&gt;I sit and drown myself in my selfishness &lt;br /&gt;I'll get my dying wish, you and nothing less &lt;br /&gt;I thought I showed you &lt;br /&gt;But I ignored you &lt;br /&gt;And now you'll never ever know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my words don't come easy to me &lt;br /&gt;But my heart really wants you to know &lt;br /&gt;That its love beats so naturally for you, but I can't let you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tearing you apart, inside and out &lt;br /&gt;I'll waste your energy that you keep providing me &lt;br /&gt;You make sure to let me know that you're the rest of me &lt;br /&gt;But who's kidding who, I'll be the death of you &lt;br /&gt;I want to protect you, devote this life to you &lt;br /&gt;The problem is you'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my words don't come easy to me &lt;br /&gt;But my heart really wants you to know &lt;br /&gt;That its love beats so naturally for you, but I can't let you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far can I break you down (so far down) &lt;br /&gt;Don't let me take us underground (I'm so far down) &lt;br /&gt;Try your best to get away (I'm so far down) &lt;br /&gt;I want to fix what I've undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my words don't come easy to me &lt;br /&gt;And my heart really wants you to know &lt;br /&gt;That its love beats so naturally for you, but I can't let you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh my words don't come easy to me &lt;br /&gt;And my heart really wants you to know &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for you to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1544050367245094044?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1544050367245094044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1544050367245094044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1544050367245094044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1544050367245094044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-after-midnight-project.html' title='Words - After Midnight Project'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8643082261684274875</id><published>2009-12-30T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:29:00.284-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ódio - Luxúria</title><content type='html'>Durante muito tempo eu construi uma história em cima de um castelo destruído&lt;br /&gt;E pra fugir dessa realidade dura eu já encontrei mais de mil motivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora essas palavras de pessoas santas, parecem músicas nos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Já que ficou quase insuportável ouvir a voz dos meus olhos aflitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto chorar, depois que a festa acabar se eu não me matar talvez eu peça ajuda pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Do lugar da onde despenquei feito anjo que morreu de raiva&lt;br /&gt;Na queda eu me despedacei, mas eu já me permito mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei ao meu redor, pra recostruír o meu castelo caído&lt;br /&gt;Pra viver de bons momentos, sem ter que ter os olhos escondidos&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz até um testamento, que não tem nada,nada,nada escrito&lt;br /&gt;Já que a minha maior herança é a que eu vou levar comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra evoluir, depois que o terror passar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não suportar, talvez eu peça ajuda pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Do lugar da onde despenquei, feito anjo que morreu de raiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na queda eu me despedacei,mas eu já me permito mudar&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu ódio é, meu ódio é&lt;br /&gt;O veneno que eu tomo querendo que o outro morra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu ódio é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;meu ódio é&lt;br /&gt;O veneno que eu tomo querendo que o outro morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querendo que o outro morra&lt;br /&gt;querendo que o outro morra&lt;br /&gt;querendo que o outro morra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8643082261684274875?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8643082261684274875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8643082261684274875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8643082261684274875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8643082261684274875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/odio-luxuria.html' title='Ódio - Luxúria'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4371614573904071608</id><published>2009-12-30T14:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:37:00.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Forget About Me - Yellowcard</title><content type='html'>Won't you come see about me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone, dancing you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your troubles and doubts&lt;br /&gt;Giving me everything inside and out&lt;br /&gt;Love's strange so real in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Think about the tender things that we were working on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow change can pull us apart&lt;br /&gt;When the light gets into your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't you forget about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't don't don't&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't don't don't&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk on by&lt;br /&gt;(Will you call my name?)&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you walk on by?&lt;br /&gt;Will you call my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4371614573904071608?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4371614573904071608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4371614573904071608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4371614573904071608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4371614573904071608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-you-forget-about-me-yellowcard.html' title='Don&apos;t You Forget About Me - Yellowcard'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5635842105881408804</id><published>2009-12-30T08:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:15:00.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Soon Is Now? - Love Spit Love</title><content type='html'>am the son &lt;br /&gt;And the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgare. &lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth, how can you say &lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son &lt;br /&gt;And the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. &lt;br /&gt;I'm the son and heir &lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth, how can you say &lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;I am human and i need to be loved &lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a club if you'd like to go. &lt;br /&gt;You could meet someone who really loves you. &lt;br /&gt;So you go and you stand on your own, &lt;br /&gt;and you leave on your own, and you go home &lt;br /&gt;and you cry and you want to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's gonna happen now &lt;br /&gt;when exactly do you mean? &lt;br /&gt;See I've already waited too long &lt;br /&gt;and all my hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm the son and heir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm the son and heir)&lt;br /&gt;(Of nothing in particular)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5635842105881408804?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5635842105881408804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5635842105881408804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5635842105881408804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5635842105881408804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-soon-is-now-love-spit-love.html' title='How Soon Is Now? - Love Spit Love'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6997545943724793283</id><published>2009-12-29T20:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:28:00.511-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Believer - Smashmouth</title><content type='html'>I thought love was only true in fairy tales &lt;br /&gt;Meant for someone else but not for me &lt;br /&gt;Love was out to get me, thats the way it seemed &lt;br /&gt;Disappointment haunted all my dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And then I saw her face &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer &lt;br /&gt;Not a trace &lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love &lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her &lt;br /&gt;If I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love was more or less a given thing &lt;br /&gt;But the more I gave the less I got oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Whats the use of trying, all you get is pain &lt;br /&gt;When I wanted sunshine, I got rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the use of trying, all you get is pain &lt;br /&gt;When I wanted sunshine, I got rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw her face &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer &lt;br /&gt;Not a trace &lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;yeah [x7]&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer [x3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6997545943724793283?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6997545943724793283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6997545943724793283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6997545943724793283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6997545943724793283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-believer-smashmouth.html' title='I&apos;m A Believer - Smashmouth'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3098334076066967474</id><published>2009-12-29T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:35:00.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys</title><content type='html'>You used to get it in your fishnets&lt;br /&gt;Now you only get it in your night dress&lt;br /&gt;Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness&lt;br /&gt;Landed in a very common crisis&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in order in a black hole&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems as pretty as the past though&lt;br /&gt;That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco&lt;br /&gt;Remember when he used to be a rascal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the boy's a slag&lt;br /&gt;The best you ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best you ever had&lt;br /&gt;Is just a memory and those dreams&lt;br /&gt;Weren't as daft as they seem&lt;br /&gt;As daft as they seem&lt;br /&gt;My love when you dream them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicking through a little book of sex tips&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the boys were all electric?&lt;br /&gt;Now when she tells she's gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to not getting sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Said she wasn't going but she went still&lt;br /&gt;Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle&lt;br /&gt;Was it a Mecca Dobber or a betting pencil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the boy's a slag&lt;br /&gt;The best you ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The best you ever had&lt;br /&gt;Is just a memory and those dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't as daft as they seem&lt;br /&gt;Not as daft as they seem&lt;br /&gt;My love when you dream them up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go? Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling about&lt;br /&gt;You took a left off Last Laugh Lane&lt;br /&gt;You're just sounded it out&lt;br /&gt;But you're not coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling about&lt;br /&gt;You took a left off Last Laugh Lane&lt;br /&gt;You were just sounded it out&lt;br /&gt;But you're not coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to get it in your fishnets&lt;br /&gt;Now you only get it in your night dress&lt;br /&gt;Discarded all the naughty nights with niceness&lt;br /&gt;Landed in a very common crisis&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in order in a black hole&lt;br /&gt;Everything was pretty in the past though&lt;br /&gt;That Bloody Mary's lacking in tabasco&lt;br /&gt;Remember when he used to be a rascal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3098334076066967474?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3098334076066967474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3098334076066967474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3098334076066967474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3098334076066967474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/fluorescent-adolescent-arctic-monkeys.html' title='Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4977039943035884087</id><published>2009-12-29T07:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:27:00.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome - Creed</title><content type='html'>Don’t cry victim to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything we are and used to be&lt;br /&gt;is buried and gone&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s my turn to speak&lt;br /&gt;It’s my turn to expose and release&lt;br /&gt;What’s been killing me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be damned fighting you&lt;br /&gt;It´s impossible&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Completely stunned, I'm numb&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down, throw me to the floor&lt;br /&gt;There’s no pain, I can feel no more&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally see what’s beneath&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am and hope to be&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be lost&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be damned fighting you&lt;br /&gt;You´re impossible&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Completely stunned, I'm numb&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down, throw me to the floor&lt;br /&gt;There’s no pain, I can feel no more&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know what I was thinking before you came ‘round&lt;br /&gt;Take a step, take a breath, put your guard down&lt;br /&gt;I cannot worry anymore of what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy but I’m buried in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Completely stunned I'm numb&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down, throw me to the floor&lt;br /&gt;There’s no pain, I can feel no more&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Completely stunned I´m numb&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Completely stunned, I'm numb&lt;br /&gt;I’m entitled to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy but I’m buried in your memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4977039943035884087?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4977039943035884087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4977039943035884087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4977039943035884087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4977039943035884087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/overcome-creed.html' title='Overcome - Creed'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-9146906742847795110</id><published>2009-12-28T20:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:37:00.552-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song - The Cure</title><content type='html'>Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am home again&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am young again&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am fun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;however long I stay I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;whatever words I say I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am free again&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;however long I stay I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;whatever words I say I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-9146906742847795110?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/9146906742847795110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=9146906742847795110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/9146906742847795110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/9146906742847795110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-song-cure.html' title='Love Song - The Cure'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8755180443468407240</id><published>2009-12-28T13:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:51:00.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Eu Acordei Feliz - Charlie Brown Jr.</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei para sorrir e mostrar os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei para matar o presidente&lt;br /&gt;Onde tem festa ela vai tá&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou vai ser perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu fazer o que você jamais teria feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Só não quero acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou ficou do lado não parou de olhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto lhe dizer mas sou o cara que era afim&lt;br /&gt;O sexo é bom&lt;br /&gt;Amor melhor&lt;br /&gt;Os dois então perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer o que você jamais teria feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não importa the world don't live in&lt;br /&gt;skate is my life&lt;br /&gt;skate te distrói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com ela a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis!&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou do lado já sentiu um pouco daquele efeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer o que você jamais teria feito&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar, não&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar, não&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar, não&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar, não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8755180443468407240?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8755180443468407240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8755180443468407240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8755180443468407240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8755180443468407240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoje-eu-acordei-feliz-charlie-brown-jr.html' title='Hoje Eu Acordei Feliz - Charlie Brown Jr.'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-9190096137534558328</id><published>2009-12-28T09:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:48:00.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Lip - Sum 41</title><content type='html'>(Storming through the party like my name was El Niño,)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hanging out drinking&lt;br /&gt;in the back of El Camino.&lt;br /&gt;(As a kid), was a skid,&lt;br /&gt;(and no one knew me by name.)&lt;br /&gt;(Trashed my own house party, 'cause nobody came.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the one you thought&lt;br /&gt;you knew back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Never going, never showing up&lt;br /&gt;when we had to.&lt;br /&gt;Attention that we crave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us to behave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of always hearing "act your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;Become another casualty of society.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in line.&lt;br /&gt;Become another victim of your conformity&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because (you don't)&lt;br /&gt;(Know us at all, we laugh when old people fall,)&lt;br /&gt;But what would you expect&lt;br /&gt;with a conscience so small?&lt;br /&gt;(Heavy metal) and mullets, (it's how we were raised.)&lt;br /&gt;Maiden and Priest (were the gods that we praised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we like having fun&lt;br /&gt;at other peoples expense and&lt;br /&gt;Cutting people down is just&lt;br /&gt;a minor offense then.&lt;br /&gt;It's none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never learn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;Become another casualty of society.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in line.&lt;br /&gt;Become another victim of your conformity&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count on me To let you know when.&lt;br /&gt;Don't count on me, I'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't count on me. It's the point you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't count on me, 'Cause I'm not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat, (backpacked),&lt;br /&gt;(And I don't give a shit about nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing.&lt;br /&gt;('Cause if the egg don't stain,)&lt;br /&gt;you'll be ringing off the (hook,)&lt;br /&gt;You're on the hit list, (wanted)&lt;br /&gt;(In the telephone book. I like songs with distortion,)&lt;br /&gt;To drink in proportion.&lt;br /&gt;(The doctor said my mom should've had an abortion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;Become another casualty of society.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in line.&lt;br /&gt;Become another victim of your conformity&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time with them.&lt;br /&gt;(Casualty of society.)&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time again.&lt;br /&gt;(Victim of your conformity)&lt;br /&gt;And back down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-9190096137534558328?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/9190096137534558328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=9190096137534558328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/9190096137534558328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/9190096137534558328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-lip-sum-41.html' title='Fat Lip - Sum 41'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1085339856159498331</id><published>2009-12-27T22:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:28:00.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Oughta Know - Alanis Morisette</title><content type='html'>I want you to know, that I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she perverted like me&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theatre&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;br /&gt;And would she have your baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, till you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, til you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it...well can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1085339856159498331?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1085339856159498331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1085339856159498331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1085339856159498331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1085339856159498331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-oughta-know-alanis-morisette.html' title='You Oughta Know - Alanis Morisette'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-266490552895778789</id><published>2009-12-27T20:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:15:00.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No It Isn't - Plus 44</title><content type='html'>Please understand&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is I can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;This is where the road&lt;br /&gt;Crashed into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;It rises all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now we're barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation, leaves me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we´ve destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you cry&lt;br /&gt;A cry for less attention&lt;br /&gt;But both my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pushed into the deep end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you talk&lt;br /&gt;But talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth is filled with blood&lt;br /&gt;From trying not to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So search for an excuse&lt;br /&gt;And someone to believe you&lt;br /&gt;In foreign dressing rooms&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty with the need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation, leaves me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we´ve destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation, is leaving me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please undestand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay rotting where I fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead from bad intentions&lt;br /&gt;Suffocated and embalmed&lt;br /&gt;And now all our dreams are cashed in&lt;br /&gt;You swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain&lt;br /&gt;You make a sound that feels like pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please understand&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is I can't stand you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-266490552895778789?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/266490552895778789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=266490552895778789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/266490552895778789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/266490552895778789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-it-isnt-plus-44.html' title='No It Isn&apos;t - Plus 44'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7560630132464588485</id><published>2009-12-27T18:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:27:00.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin</title><content type='html'>If I had to&lt;br /&gt;I would put myself right beside you&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask&lt;br /&gt;Would you like that? Would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;If you say this love is the last time&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? Do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the Diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to find out&lt;br /&gt;What makes you tick&lt;br /&gt;As I lie down&lt;br /&gt;Sore and sick&lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? Do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say that&lt;br /&gt;I like that, I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the Diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I burn another page&lt;br /&gt;As I look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the Diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, I will crawl&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;No love, there's no love&lt;br /&gt;Die for anyone&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the Diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I burn another page&lt;br /&gt;As I look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the Diary of Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7560630132464588485?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7560630132464588485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7560630132464588485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7560630132464588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7560630132464588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/diary-of-jane-breaking-benjamin.html' title='The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4759754240753436507</id><published>2009-12-26T15:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:25:00.289-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijos, Blues e Poesia - K-Sis</title><content type='html'>Chorando o gelo que você me deu&lt;br /&gt;Achando que você já me esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se foi você ou se fui eu, menina, menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô ficando com uma sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que eu fui a pista e você o avião&lt;br /&gt;Você o trem e eu a estação, menina, menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro beijos, blues e poesia.&lt;br /&gt;O sal na pele, você me lambia.&lt;br /&gt;E eu dizia: oh baby I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro a cara que você fazia&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu lembro que não existia&lt;br /&gt;Você dizia: oh baby I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô na Bahia e tô sentindo frio&lt;br /&gt;Praia tá cheia e em mim tudo vazio&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei a corda, eu tô por um fio, menina, menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te procuro até não poder mais&lt;br /&gt;Na internet, bares, nos jornais.&lt;br /&gt;Trombar você é o que eu quero mais, menina, menina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro beijos, blues e poesia.&lt;br /&gt;O sal na pele você me lambia&lt;br /&gt;E eu dizia: oh baby I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro a cara que você fazia&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro dia e noite, noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Você dizia: oh baby I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4759754240753436507?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4759754240753436507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4759754240753436507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4759754240753436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4759754240753436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/beijos-blues-e-poesia-k-sis.html' title='Beijos, Blues e Poesia - K-Sis'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6820737228331630383</id><published>2009-12-26T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:00:01.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Me, Every You - Placebo</title><content type='html'>Sucker love is heaven sent.&lt;br /&gt;You pucker up, our passion's spent.&lt;br /&gt;My hearts a tart, your body's rent.&lt;br /&gt;My body's broken, yours is bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve your name into my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker love, a box I choose.&lt;br /&gt;No other box I choose to use.&lt;br /&gt;Another love I would abuse,&lt;br /&gt;No circumstances could excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shape of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;Too much poison come undone.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you.&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you,&lt;br /&gt;Every Me...he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker love is known to swing.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to cling and waste these things.&lt;br /&gt;Pucker up for heavens sake.&lt;br /&gt;There's never been so much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve my head up on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;It's only comfort, calling late.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you.&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you,&lt;br /&gt;Every Me...he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you,&lt;br /&gt;Every Me...he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the naked leads the blind.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker love I always find,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to bruise and leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone in space and time.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here but what here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Something borrowed, something blue.&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you.&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you,&lt;br /&gt;Every Me...he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you,&lt;br /&gt;Every Me...he [x4]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6820737228331630383?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6820737228331630383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6820737228331630383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6820737228331630383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6820737228331630383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-me-every-you-placebo.html' title='Every Me, Every You - Placebo'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2315603803497576341</id><published>2009-12-26T07:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:24:00.214-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Amazed - Jem</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hung me on a line &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the middle of something &lt;br /&gt;That she doesn't really understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever help me &lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you help me understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the middle of something &lt;br /&gt;That she doesn't really understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever help me &lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you help me understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the&lt;br /&gt;time &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song &lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2315603803497576341?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2315603803497576341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2315603803497576341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2315603803497576341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2315603803497576341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-im-amazed-jem.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Amazed - Jem'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3797266833428688216</id><published>2009-12-25T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:02:00.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All About A Kiss - Chantal Kreviazuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know what your thinking&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mission&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna know if your feeling&lt;br /&gt;Better than dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your infront of me&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;It was you really you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skys and rainy days&lt;br /&gt;Etheir way it feels ok&lt;br /&gt;'Cause starting now we're gunna share it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a kiss, about a kiss, it's all about a kiss&lt;br /&gt;About a kiss, about a kiss, it's all about a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3797266833428688216?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3797266833428688216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3797266833428688216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3797266833428688216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3797266833428688216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-kiss-chantal-kreviazuk.html' title='All About A Kiss - Chantal Kreviazuk'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7723602735131708757</id><published>2009-12-25T14:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:37:00.438-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times together we've been spending&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every kiss was never ending&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;It might come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;We could be married&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it seems the more we talk about it&lt;br /&gt;It only makes it worse to live without it&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7723602735131708757?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7723602735131708757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7723602735131708757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7723602735131708757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7723602735131708757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/wouldnt-it-be-nice-beach-boys.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t It Be Nice - The Beach Boys'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2758752497494459235</id><published>2009-12-25T06:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:53:00.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a bus stop&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your head pop&lt;br /&gt;Out in the night&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of night&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to be out&lt;br /&gt;On the street, on the street&lt;br /&gt;Crawling up the walls&lt;br /&gt;Like a cat in heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the air is thin&lt;br /&gt;And it blows through your skin&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like something&lt;br /&gt;Is about to begin&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know when&lt;br /&gt;So you tear at your hair&lt;br /&gt;And you scratch at your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;Just get on the fucking train and leave today&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter where you spend the night&lt;br /&gt;You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight&lt;br /&gt;Or calling your room on a concrete shelf&lt;br /&gt;Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself&lt;br /&gt;And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed&lt;br /&gt;In a wishing well, a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;A wishing well, a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;Well you're tossed in the air&lt;br /&gt;And you fell and you fell&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark blue waters&lt;br /&gt;Where you cast your spell&lt;br /&gt;Like you were just a wish that could turn out well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stand on the corner&lt;br /&gt;Where the angels sit&lt;br /&gt;And you think to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;"This is it, this is it&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I have&lt;br /&gt;All I can stand&lt;br /&gt;Is this air in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;And this coin in my hand"&lt;br /&gt;That you tossed in the air&lt;br /&gt;And I fell, and I fell&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the well, of the well&lt;br /&gt;Like those soft little secrets&lt;br /&gt;That you tell, that you tell&lt;br /&gt;To yourself, when you think&lt;br /&gt;No one's listening too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the walls spin&lt;br /&gt;And you're paper-thin&lt;br /&gt;From the haze of the smoke&lt;br /&gt;And the mescaline&lt;br /&gt;The threat of your brow&lt;br /&gt;Under unmade sheets&lt;br /&gt;In your ear with the noise&lt;br /&gt;From the darkest streets&lt;br /&gt;We ran far and wide&lt;br /&gt;You screamed, you cried&lt;br /&gt;You thought suicide was an alibi&lt;br /&gt;But you were always a mess&lt;br /&gt;You were always aloof&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's awful, I guess&lt;br /&gt;But it's the awful truth&lt;br /&gt;It was truth from the first&lt;br /&gt;To the last words that she read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she emerged from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Like a ghost in my head&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I haven't forgot&lt;br /&gt;Any words that you said&lt;br /&gt;I just stare at the clocks&lt;br /&gt;And I cry in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I tear up your letters&lt;br /&gt;And I burn them in heaps&lt;br /&gt;And I gather the ashes&lt;br /&gt;In that hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;Where we fell"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2758752497494459235?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2758752497494459235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2758752497494459235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2758752497494459235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2758752497494459235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-well-airborne-toxic-event.html' title='Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-478018178894822755</id><published>2009-12-24T21:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:38:00.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Like About You - Lillix</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Uh uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Uh uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;Wanna come over tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Keep on whisperin' in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things that I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its true&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about you&lt;br /&gt;You really know how to dance&lt;br /&gt;When you go up down jump around&lt;br /&gt;Talk about true romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Keep on whisperin' in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things that I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its true&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you (what I like about you) (Repeat x 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about you&lt;br /&gt;You keep me warm at night&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Keep on whisperin' in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things that I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its true&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you (what I like about you) (Repeat x 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Uh uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh huh&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;That's what I like about you&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-478018178894822755?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/478018178894822755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=478018178894822755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/478018178894822755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/478018178894822755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-like-about-you-lillix.html' title='What I Like About You - Lillix'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3643889619670675815</id><published>2009-12-24T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:30:00.922-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>Got to meet the hottie &lt;br /&gt;With the million dollar body&lt;br /&gt;They say it's over budget &lt;br /&gt;But you’d pay to just to touch it &lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Needs to hit the big screen &lt;br /&gt;And shoot a little love scene&lt;br /&gt;If Hollywood had called her &lt;br /&gt;She’d be gone before you hollered &lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong&lt;br /&gt;Every sugar daddy hittin on her all night long&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t care about the money, She could be with anybody&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty thing)&lt;br /&gt;You're ripping up the dance floor honey&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty woman)&lt;br /&gt;You shake your ass around for everyone&lt;br /&gt;(You're such a mover)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dance with anybody&lt;br /&gt;(The way you swing)&lt;br /&gt;And tease them all by sucking on your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so much cooler when you never pull it out&lt;br /&gt;Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafty little lip tricks &lt;br /&gt;Tattoos on her left hip&lt;br /&gt;She's bendin' as you're spendin'&lt;br /&gt;There’s no end to it so baby &lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up like a princess &lt;br /&gt;Bettin' that her skin smells&lt;br /&gt;Better than the scent of &lt;br /&gt;Every flower in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong&lt;br /&gt;Every sugar daddy hittin on her all night long&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t care about the money she could be with anybody&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty thing)&lt;br /&gt;You're ripping up the dance floor honey&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty woman)&lt;br /&gt;You shake your ass around for everyone&lt;br /&gt;(You're such a mover)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dance with anybody&lt;br /&gt;(The way you swing)&lt;br /&gt;And tease them all by sucking on your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so much cooler when you never pull it out&lt;br /&gt;Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the night scene, &lt;br /&gt;Bar Queen Just livin for the fun&lt;br /&gt;Taking over every dance floor &lt;br /&gt;Like she's the only one&lt;br /&gt;In the spotlight, all night and kissing everyone&lt;br /&gt;And trying to look so innocent &lt;br /&gt;While sucking on her thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so much cooler when you never pull it out&lt;br /&gt;So much cuter With something in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty thing)&lt;br /&gt;You're ripping up the dance floor honey&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty woman)&lt;br /&gt;You shake your ass around for everyone&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dance with anybody&lt;br /&gt;(The way you swing)&lt;br /&gt;And tease them all by sucking on your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty thing)&lt;br /&gt;You're ripping up the dance floor honey&lt;br /&gt;(You naughty woman)&lt;br /&gt;You shake your ass around for everyone&lt;br /&gt;(You're such a mover)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dance with anybody&lt;br /&gt;(The way you swing)&lt;br /&gt;And tease them all by sucking on your thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so much cooler, when you never pull it out&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you look so much cuter, with something in your...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3643889619670675815?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3643889619670675815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3643889619670675815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3643889619670675815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3643889619670675815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-in-your-mouth-nickelback.html' title='Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3243573802027695535</id><published>2009-12-24T09:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:48:06.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Tell Me It's Over - Blink 182</title><content type='html'>I hear the phone, it rings so violently &lt;br /&gt;Can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me &lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I hate those things I said &lt;br /&gt;Girls always cry, guys will never admit they did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to this temptation &lt;br /&gt;And when you come back running &lt;br /&gt;There's no use for explanation &lt;br /&gt;I think things aren't too hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Even with my expert knowledge &lt;br /&gt;Most girls do mean trouble &lt;br /&gt;Because they are rarely honest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the jokes, all the routines they play &lt;br /&gt;Screw with my head, now I cave in 'til get their way &lt;br /&gt;Guys like to run, chicks love to yell, you see &lt;br /&gt;Guys hate to fight, girls think it's therapy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to this temptation &lt;br /&gt;And when you come back running &lt;br /&gt;There's no use for explanation &lt;br /&gt;I think things aren't to hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Even with my expert knowledge &lt;br /&gt;Most girls do mean trouble &lt;br /&gt;Because they are rarely honest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to this temptation &lt;br /&gt;and when you come back running &lt;br /&gt;there's no use for explanation &lt;br /&gt;I think things aren't too hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Even with my expert knowledge &lt;br /&gt;Most girls do mean trouble &lt;br /&gt;Because they are rarely honest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to this temptation &lt;br /&gt;And when you come back running &lt;br /&gt;There's no use for explanation &lt;br /&gt;I think things aren't too hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Even with my expert knowledge &lt;br /&gt;Most girls do mean trouble &lt;br /&gt;Because they are rarely honest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to this temptation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3243573802027695535?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3243573802027695535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3243573802027695535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3243573802027695535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3243573802027695535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-after-you-fray.html' title='Dont Tell Me It&apos;s Over - Blink 182'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6234475327936712603</id><published>2009-12-23T22:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:40:00.171-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrical Storm - U2</title><content type='html'>The sea, it swells&lt;br /&gt;Like a sore head&lt;br /&gt;And the night&lt;br /&gt;It is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers lie&lt;br /&gt;With no sheets on their bed&lt;br /&gt;And the day&lt;br /&gt;It is breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days&lt;br /&gt;We'd go swimmin' out&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days&lt;br /&gt;Swimmin' in the sound&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days&lt;br /&gt;We'd go swimmin' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky can crack&lt;br /&gt;There must be some way back&lt;br /&gt;For love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car alarm&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You kept awake&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is cold&lt;br /&gt;But it'll get you through&lt;br /&gt;Compromise, that's&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see colours&lt;br /&gt;That have never been seen&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to places&lt;br /&gt;No one else has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if the sky can crack&lt;br /&gt;There must be some way back&lt;br /&gt;To love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot as hell&lt;br /&gt;Honey, in this room&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope the weather&lt;br /&gt;Will break soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Heavy as a truck&lt;br /&gt;We need the rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away our bad luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well, if the sky can crack&lt;br /&gt;There must be some way back&lt;br /&gt;To love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6234475327936712603?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6234475327936712603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4980436254130316400</id><published>2009-12-23T16:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:38:00.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zóio de Lula - Charlie Brown Jr.</title><content type='html'>Tirou a roupa, entrou no mar, pensei:&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Deus que bom que fosse...&lt;br /&gt;Tu me apresenta essa mulher&lt;br /&gt;Meu irmão, te dava até um doce"&lt;br /&gt;Sem roupa ela é demais&lt;br /&gt;Também por isso eu creio em Deus&lt;br /&gt;Meu bom meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Meu bom me traz&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que eu trouxe até meu guarda sol&lt;br /&gt;Tenho toda a tarde, tenho a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Já se foi aquele tempo da ladeira, irmão&lt;br /&gt;Já se foi aquele tempo da ladeira, irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu escritório é na praia&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô sempre na área&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou da tua laia não&lt;br /&gt;Meu escritório é na praia&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô sempre na área&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou daquela laia não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então&lt;br /&gt;Deixe viver, deixe ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe estar como está&lt;br /&gt;Deixe viver, deixe ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe estar como está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus me dê um motivo&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu pago tanto mico&lt;br /&gt;Ela me ignora&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança eu ainda fico&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou fritando aqui, vou entregar, não aguento mais&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não falar hoje&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca a veja mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia passa, horas se estendem AS&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas ao redor nunca me entendem&lt;br /&gt;O dia passa, horas se estendem AS&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas ao redor nunca me entendem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então&lt;br /&gt;Deixe viver, deixe ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe estar como está&lt;br /&gt;Deixe viver, deixe ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe estar como está&lt;div 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Jr.'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3998393752773522099</id><published>2009-12-23T08:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:16:00.271-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lama - Luxúria</title><content type='html'>Não, não dá mais tantas voltas não&lt;br /&gt;se chicoteia assim por qualquer perdão&lt;br /&gt;todo esse teatro não impressiona&lt;br /&gt;por maior que seja sua recompensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se importe tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;com sua imagem decadente enfim&lt;br /&gt;nada adianta depois se lamentar&lt;br /&gt;por maior que seja sua displiscência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta ou vai embora meu amor&lt;br /&gt;sem ameaças ensaias na frente do espelho&lt;br /&gt;o caminho mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre é melhor que da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê uma chance pra vida te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;um jeito menos doloroso de se despedir&lt;br /&gt;não seja assim tão dura com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;lave bem suas mãos antes de se decidir&lt;br /&gt;tira essa lama das botas&lt;br /&gt;antes de me dar as costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não dê tantas voltas não&lt;br /&gt;se chicoteia assim por qualquer perdão&lt;br /&gt;todo esse teatro não impressiona&lt;br /&gt;por maior que seja sua recompensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se importe tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;com sua imagem decadente enfim&lt;br /&gt;nada adianta depois se lamentar&lt;br /&gt;por menor que seja sua displiscência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta ou vai embora meu amor&lt;br /&gt;sem ameaças ensaias na frente do espelho&lt;br /&gt;o caminho mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre é melhor que da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê uma chance pra vida te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;um jeito menos doloroso de se despedir&lt;br /&gt;não seja assim tão dura com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;lave bem suas mãos antes de se decidir&lt;br /&gt;tira essa lama das botas&lt;br /&gt;antes de me dar as costas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3998393752773522099?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3998393752773522099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3998393752773522099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3998393752773522099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3998393752773522099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/lama-luxuria.html' title='Lama - Luxúria'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7063028982869870348</id><published>2009-12-22T20:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:38:00.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar - Incubus</title><content type='html'>Meet me in outerspace&lt;br /&gt;We could spend the night, watch the earth come up&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of that place, won't you come with me&lt;br /&gt;We could start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in outerspace&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see this place, it might be the only way&lt;br /&gt;That I can show you how, it feels to be inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stellar&lt;br /&gt;You are stellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Make me feel like I do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7063028982869870348?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7063028982869870348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7063028982869870348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7063028982869870348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7063028982869870348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/stellar-incubus.html' title='Stellar - Incubus'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2397431949184787461</id><published>2009-12-22T17:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:32:00.215-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorblind - Counting Crows</title><content type='html'>I am colorblind&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taffy stuck and tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;Stutter shook and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Oull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;I am fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am covered in skin&lt;br /&gt;No one gets to come in&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am folded and unfolded and unfolding &lt;br /&gt;I am colorblind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready (x 3 )&lt;br /&gt;I am fine (x 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2397431949184787461?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2397431949184787461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2397431949184787461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2397431949184787461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2397431949184787461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/colorblind-counting-crows.html' title='Colorblind - Counting Crows'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7927028560496527763</id><published>2009-12-22T08:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:27:00.693-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Done With You - Papa Roach</title><content type='html'>I count the days that we have spent apart&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bad liver and a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's no salvation in the comfort of you (comfort of you)&lt;br /&gt;And I finally realize you're tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me, save me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is near&lt;br /&gt;Help me, save me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is here&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made my life completely miserable&lt;br /&gt;You drove me to the edge, you've caused me all this pain&lt;br /&gt;But I always loved you cause your oh so special (oh so special)&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken and I'm alone and I can not maintain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me, save me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is near&lt;br /&gt;Help me, save me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is here&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you (done with you)&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you (done with you)&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you (done with you)&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you (done with you,I am done with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count the days that we have spent apart&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bad liver and a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, save me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is near&lt;br /&gt;Help me, save me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that the end is here&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you and me are through&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't help me, you couldn't save me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the end is here&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7927028560496527763?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7927028560496527763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7927028560496527763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7927028560496527763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7927028560496527763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/done-with-you-papa-roach.html' title='Done With You - Papa Roach'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2068793381741350658</id><published>2009-12-21T19:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:25:00.229-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love Love - Lenny Kravitz</title><content type='html'>Don't need no television &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no movie stars &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no custom private planes &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no politicians &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no stocks and bonds &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no cars or boats or trains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no diamond jewellery &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no rare cigars &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no magnums of champagne &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no penthouse mansion &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no Paris fashion &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no shiny golden chain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can give me I'm already there &lt;br /&gt;I got love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no plastic surgery &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no country clubs &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no butlers, cooks or maids &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no marijuana &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no ecstasy &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no blow or sleeping aids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no personal trainer &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no fortune teller &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no job that gets me paid &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no more religion &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no air condition &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no one to get me laid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can give me I'm already there &lt;br /&gt;I got love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ways are never ever static &lt;br /&gt;You're always keeping it erratic &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I'm emphatic &lt;br /&gt;About your love that's enigmatic &lt;br /&gt;You, me and God makes three &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open I see &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby don't you understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no private island &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no chandelier &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no million dollar view &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no helicopter &lt;br /&gt;Don't need no magazine &lt;br /&gt;Don't need nobody else but you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can give me I'm already there &lt;br /&gt;I got love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can give me I'm already there &lt;br /&gt;I got love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love &lt;br /&gt;I got love love love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2068793381741350658?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2068793381741350658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2068793381741350658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2068793381741350658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2068793381741350658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-love-love-lenny-kravitz.html' title='Love Love Love - Lenny Kravitz'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5962690081777183888</id><published>2009-12-21T14:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:21:02.865-02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Love - Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>was so high I did not recognize &lt;br /&gt;The fire burning in her eyes &lt;br /&gt;The chaos that controlled my mind &lt;br /&gt;Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane &lt;br /&gt;Never to return again &lt;br /&gt;But always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said Goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;Her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;And i have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to feed her appetite &lt;br /&gt;Keep her coming every night &lt;br /&gt;So hard to keep her satisfied &lt;br /&gt;Kept playing love like it was just a game &lt;br /&gt;Pretending to feel the same &lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and leave again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said Goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;Her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;And i have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix these broken things &lt;br /&gt;Repair your broken wings &lt;br /&gt;And make sure everything's alright &lt;br /&gt;My pressure on her hips &lt;br /&gt;Sinking my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;Into every inch of you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love has taken its toll on me &lt;br /&gt;She said Goodbye too many times before &lt;br /&gt;Her heart is breaking in front of me &lt;br /&gt;And i have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore ((X4))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5962690081777183888?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5962690081777183888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5962690081777183888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5962690081777183888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5962690081777183888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-love-maroon-5.html' title='This Love - Maroon 5'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6018752409330512379</id><published>2009-12-21T09:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:11:00.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Feel Better - Steven Tyler &amp; Carlos Santana</title><content type='html'>She said I feel stranded&lt;br /&gt;And I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;If I'm coming or I'm going&lt;br /&gt;It's not how I planned it&lt;br /&gt;I've got a key to the door&lt;br /&gt;But it just won't open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says let it go&lt;br /&gt;That life happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't, I don't, I don't&lt;br /&gt;Because it never worked before&lt;br /&gt;But this time, this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't see through the haze around me&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need a change&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Any little thing that just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little far from the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid of sinking&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows me&lt;br /&gt;And who doesn't ignore&lt;br /&gt;That my soul is weeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says let it go&lt;br /&gt;Everything must have a season&lt;br /&gt;Round and round it goes&lt;br /&gt;And every day's the one before&lt;br /&gt;But this time, this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anything that just feels better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't see through the haze around me&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;God I need a change&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Any little thing that just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of holding on&lt;br /&gt;To all the things I ought to leave behind, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's really getting old, and&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a little help this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't see through the haze around me&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;God I need a change&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Any little thing that just feel better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6018752409330512379?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6018752409330512379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6018752409330512379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6018752409330512379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6018752409330512379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-feel-better-steven-tyler-carlos.html' title='Just Feel Better - Steven Tyler &amp; Carlos Santana'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5859246821883197234</id><published>2009-12-20T20:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:06:00.262-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Let's Go - CPM 22</title><content type='html'>Let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em muitas vezes procurei tentar achar onde eu errei&lt;br /&gt;E coisas que nem tem por quê&lt;br /&gt;Naquela vez te perguntei você não soube responder&lt;br /&gt;O que eu tinha feito pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora como eu vou saber&lt;br /&gt;Tem hora que é melhor esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Espero o dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver oque a gente vai fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não importa mais não tem como voltar).&lt;br /&gt;É eu não vou mais me importar&lt;br /&gt;(Qualquer coisa faz uma idéia mudar)&lt;br /&gt;Agente ainda pode se entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em muitas vezes eu pensei tentar falar o que eu nem sei&lt;br /&gt;De coisas que eu já quis saber&lt;br /&gt;(Mas eu bem te avisei)&lt;br /&gt;Naquela vez te perguntei você não soube responder&lt;br /&gt;O que eu tinha feito pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora como eu vou saber&lt;br /&gt;Tem hora que é melhor esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Espera o dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver o que a gente vai fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não importa mais não tem como voltar.)&lt;br /&gt;È eu não vou mais me importar&lt;br /&gt;(Qualquer coisa faz uma idéia mudar)&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe agente pode se entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco é tarde demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5859246821883197234?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5859246821883197234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5859246821883197234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5859246821883197234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5859246821883197234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/regina-lets-go-cpm-22.html' title='Regina Let&apos;s Go - CPM 22'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5382519521651999941</id><published>2009-12-20T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:03:00.255-02:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Of You - Syd Matters</title><content type='html'>To all of you American girls &lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to imagine a world without you &lt;br /&gt;American girls &lt;br /&gt;I’d like to be part of the world around you &lt;br /&gt;Driving a car by the sea side &lt;br /&gt;Watching the world from the bright side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you American girls in the movies &lt;br /&gt;No one can tell where your heart is &lt;br /&gt;American girls like dollies &lt;br /&gt;Which shines and smiles in plastic body &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an American girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry sometimes walking around my own place &lt;br /&gt;Wondering why she cried sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Talking about her own place &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around the mountains &lt;br /&gt;No one could dry her fountain &lt;br /&gt;Till she got tired to complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I fly &lt;br /&gt;To the wild land, to your land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5382519521651999941?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5382519521651999941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5382519521651999941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5382519521651999941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5382519521651999941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-all-of-you-syd-matters.html' title='To All Of You - Syd Matters'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6800937790838129416</id><published>2009-12-20T11:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:58:00.254-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Town - The Killers</title><content type='html'>Nobody ever had a dream 'round here&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever pulls the seams 'round here&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me&lt;br /&gt;I've got this energy beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Like something underground's gonna come up and carry me&lt;br /&gt;I've got this sentimental heart that beats&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Is the answer to the question on your mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of all my judges&lt;br /&gt;So scared of what they'll find&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I can make it&lt;br /&gt;As long as somebody takes me home every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have you ever seen the lights&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride&lt;br /&gt;Where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolades&lt;br /&gt;I took a bullet and I looked inside it&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins; an American masquerade&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake&lt;br /&gt;I'd never really known anybody to die before&lt;br /&gt;Red, white and blue upon a birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;My brother, he was born on the fourth of July and that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Is the answer to the question on your mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of all my judges&lt;br /&gt;They're so scared of letting me shine&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I can make it&lt;br /&gt;As long as somebody takes me home&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I see London, I see Sam's Town&lt;br /&gt;Holds my hand and lets my hair down&lt;br /&gt;Rolls that world right off my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I see London, I see Sam's Town now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6800937790838129416?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6800937790838129416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6800937790838129416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6800937790838129416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6800937790838129416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/sams-town-killers.html' title='Sam&apos;s Town - The Killers'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8103843732364065568</id><published>2009-12-19T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:20:00.574-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream - Buckcherry</title><content type='html'>Cream on me you will always be my deepest love yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an early start I know we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;My family they need me but Daddy's never home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you on the phone you say you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Surrender my feeling and try to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, I draw the line I'm gonna see it through till things get better&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, I can't deny my days are coming and you know I'm ready till things get better &lt;br /&gt;till things get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to change can't get back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The pictures remind me the story fills the page&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the day's limelight and self-decay&lt;br /&gt;My suitcase gets weaker my voice sure needs a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream on me you will always be my deepest love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8103843732364065568?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8103843732364065568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8103843732364065568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8103843732364065568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8103843732364065568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/cream-buckcherry.html' title='Cream - Buckcherry'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8767991414084855134</id><published>2009-12-19T14:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:19:00.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore</title><content type='html'>Just talk yourself up&lt;br /&gt;And tear yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You've hit your one wall&lt;br /&gt;Now find a way around&lt;br /&gt;Well what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot of nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;br /&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;br /&gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;br /&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;br /&gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;br /&gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;br /&gt;You threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so naive&lt;br /&gt;My sorry eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;The way you fight shy&lt;br /&gt;Of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you give up&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;br /&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;br /&gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;br /&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;br /&gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;br /&gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;br /&gt;You threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were finished long before&lt;br /&gt;We had even seen the start&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stand up, be a man about it?&lt;br /&gt;Fight with your bare hands about it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;br /&gt;You never wanted to stay, well did you?&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;br /&gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;br /&gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;br /&gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8767991414084855134?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8767991414084855134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8767991414084855134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8767991414084855134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8767991414084855134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-pessimist-im-pretty-optimistic.html' title='For a Pessimist, I&apos;m Pretty Optimistic - Paramore'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8996212563268658554</id><published>2009-12-19T08:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:47:00.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If You Don't - Two Tongues</title><content type='html'>I'm goin' crazy - trying to keep you sane&lt;br /&gt;Taking my prescriptions, and forging my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy this morning&lt;br /&gt;You finally got yourself dressed&lt;br /&gt;Eating raw bacon&lt;br /&gt;It's OK, I was still impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you - even if you don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your knife up to my throat&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to see me bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooting through the garbage&lt;br /&gt;For treasures in the trash pile&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my expression&lt;br /&gt;Would always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't touch my phone book&lt;br /&gt;My friends are getting pissed off&lt;br /&gt;Wake 'em in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a jerk off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you - even if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You've got your knife up to my throat&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to see me bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you - even if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You've got your knife up to my throat&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to see me bleed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8996212563268658554?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8996212563268658554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8996212563268658554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8996212563268658554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8996212563268658554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-if-you-dont-two-tongues.html' title='Even If You Don&apos;t - Two Tongues'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5787983961942072520</id><published>2009-12-18T23:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:27:00.832-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tonight - Matchbook Romance</title><content type='html'>49 hours and 46 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;But who's counting,&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;I filled my head with your voice&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm drowning, &lt;br /&gt;When I wrote this song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had this down,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike everybody&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll spend a million nights&lt;br /&gt;Just like tonight, you know&lt;br /&gt;I scream your name at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Until I lost my voice&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd give my life for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let go!)&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight (stay tonight)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me down,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay tonight (you can stay tonight)&lt;br /&gt;And make everything alright (everything)&lt;br /&gt;It's not alright, stay tonight (say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;Tell what's like to be alone (say goodbye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5787983961942072520?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5787983961942072520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5787983961942072520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5787983961942072520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5787983961942072520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay-tonight-matchbook-romance.html' title='Stay Tonight - Matchbook Romance'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8504664226639125663</id><published>2009-12-18T16:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:29:00.316-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It For Me Now - Angels &amp; Airwaves</title><content type='html'>I'm frightened at night and the wind has a roar &lt;br /&gt;It seeps through the hall and from under the door &lt;br /&gt;Like the shit that was said &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it that well &lt;br /&gt;I give and I give and I give and I give and I'm still &lt;br /&gt;Lost and hurt and bone thin from the love that's been starved &lt;br /&gt;I know it got close but I'm sure it's too far &lt;br /&gt;From the point of suspense, we know it should be &lt;br /&gt;The end of that part of my favorite movie &lt;br /&gt;When the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand &lt;br /&gt;Says take me away from this torturous land &lt;br /&gt;Cause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug &lt;br /&gt;I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave you my trust &lt;br /&gt;Like the time that we kissed and you gave me a lie &lt;br /&gt;To add to the scene you pretended to cry &lt;br /&gt;But I'm here and I'm cool, the way that it is &lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance and I'll try to forgive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know &lt;br /&gt;And I can't guess &lt;br /&gt;If it's gonna be OK &lt;br /&gt;But now my last wish &lt;br /&gt;Is that you do this with me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here and hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Let me feel like I'm the only one &lt;br /&gt;I know you can &lt;br /&gt;Won't you do it for me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really had it with the rain of the tears &lt;br /&gt;The predictable storm that has come every year &lt;br /&gt;And it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't &lt;br /&gt;You're a thief and a witch but I love you to death &lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart and curse under your breath &lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that I can most willingly prove &lt;br /&gt;That when you are gone I'll be fine without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know &lt;br /&gt;And I can't guess &lt;br /&gt;If it's gonna be OK &lt;br /&gt;But now my last wish &lt;br /&gt;Is that you do this with me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here and hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Let me feel like I'm the only one &lt;br /&gt;I know you can &lt;br /&gt;Won't you do it for me now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just hold on, hold on to me &lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on to me (hold on to me) x9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8504664226639125663?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8504664226639125663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8504664226639125663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8504664226639125663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8504664226639125663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-it-for-me-now-angels-airwaves.html' title='Do It For Me Now - Angels &amp; Airwaves'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7501823677803033201</id><published>2009-12-18T09:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:16:00.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms of a Stranger - 12 Stones</title><content type='html'>I came home early to see you &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for so long now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I walked through the doorway &lt;br /&gt;My heart was shattered &lt;br /&gt;To find that your not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I break &lt;br /&gt;In two pieces &lt;br /&gt;It's your mistake &lt;br /&gt;I finally see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was you was a lie &lt;br /&gt;Now you left love dying &lt;br /&gt;It's in the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days just seem so much longer &lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm without you &lt;br /&gt;It never seems to get better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to hold it together &lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for &lt;br /&gt;The day that you fade from my memory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I break &lt;br /&gt;Into pieces &lt;br /&gt;It's your mistake&lt;br /&gt;I finally see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was you was a lie &lt;br /&gt;Now you left love dying&lt;br /&gt;It's in the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;In the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I break &lt;br /&gt;Into pieces &lt;br /&gt;It's your mistake &lt;br /&gt;I finally see that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was you was a lie &lt;br /&gt;Now you left love dying &lt;br /&gt;It's in the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I break &lt;br /&gt;Into pieces &lt;br /&gt;It's your mistake &lt;br /&gt;I finally see that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was you was a lie &lt;br /&gt;Now you left love dying &lt;br /&gt;It's in the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I break (It's in the arms of a stranger)&lt;br /&gt;It's your mistake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was you was a lie &lt;br /&gt;Now you left love dying &lt;br /&gt;It's in the arms of a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home early to see you &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait to hold you &lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of a stranger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7501823677803033201?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7501823677803033201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7501823677803033201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7501823677803033201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7501823677803033201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/arms-of-stranger-12-stones.html' title='Arms of a Stranger - 12 Stones'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8208132899186754524</id><published>2009-12-17T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:15:00.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Don't Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend</title><content type='html'>A devastating backstroke&lt;br /&gt;All the way from France&lt;br /&gt;With shiny, shiny cufflinks&lt;br /&gt;A shirtsleeve to enhance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pin-striped men of morning&lt;br /&gt;Are coming for to dance&lt;br /&gt;With pure Egyptian cotton&lt;br /&gt;The kids don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticize the practice&lt;br /&gt;By murdering their plants&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the history&lt;br /&gt;Denying them romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pin-striped men of morning&lt;br /&gt;Are coming for to dance&lt;br /&gt;Forty-million dollars&lt;br /&gt;The kids don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the business,&lt;br /&gt;But that was at first glance&lt;br /&gt;Your pillow feels so soft now&lt;br /&gt;But still you must advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pin-striped men of morning&lt;br /&gt;The partners in the dance&lt;br /&gt;The paper's shot to pieces&lt;br /&gt;The kids don't stand a chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8208132899186754524?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8208132899186754524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8208132899186754524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8208132899186754524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8208132899186754524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids-dont-stand-chance-vampire-weekend.html' title='The Kids Don&apos;t Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5314542925182304620</id><published>2009-12-17T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:14:00.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerials - System Of The Down</title><content type='html'>Life is a waterfall &lt;br /&gt;we're one in the river &lt;br /&gt;and one again after the fall &lt;br /&gt;swimming through the void &lt;br /&gt;we hear the word &lt;br /&gt;we lose ourselves &lt;br /&gt;but we find it all.... &lt;br /&gt;cause we are the ones that want to play &lt;br /&gt;always want to go &lt;br /&gt;but you never want to stay &lt;br /&gt;and we are the ones that want to choose &lt;br /&gt;always want to play &lt;br /&gt;but you never want to lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerials, in the sky &lt;br /&gt;when you lose your mind &lt;br /&gt;you free your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a waterfall &lt;br /&gt;we drink from the river &lt;br /&gt;then we turn around and put up our walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming through the void &lt;br /&gt;we hear the word &lt;br /&gt;we lose ourselves &lt;br /&gt;but we find it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are the ones that want to play &lt;br /&gt;always want to go &lt;br /&gt;but you never want to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are the ones that want to choose &lt;br /&gt;always want to play &lt;br /&gt;but you never want to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerials, in the sky &lt;br /&gt;when you lose your mind &lt;br /&gt;you free your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerials, so up high &lt;br /&gt;when you free your eyes eternal prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerials, in the sky &lt;br /&gt;when you lose your mind &lt;br /&gt;you free your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerials, so up high &lt;br /&gt;when you free your eyes eternal prize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5314542925182304620?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5314542925182304620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5314542925182304620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5314542925182304620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5314542925182304620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/aerials-system-of-down.html' title='Aerials - System Of The Down'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5111692699845537932</id><published>2009-12-17T08:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:12:00.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit It Out - Slipknot</title><content type='html'>Since you never gave a damn in the first place&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time you had the tables turned&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved&lt;br /&gt;And the verdict is guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME&lt;br /&gt;Steppin' where you fear to tread&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop and roll &lt;br /&gt;You were dead from the git-go!&lt;br /&gt;Big mouthfucker, stupid cocksucker&lt;br /&gt;And if you're scared of me now, then you're dumber than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Always is, and never was&lt;br /&gt;Foundation made of piss and vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Step to me, I'll smear ya&lt;br /&gt;Think I fear ya? Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to break through the noise? &lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said that got you bent? &lt;br /&gt;Gotta be that way if you want it&lt;br /&gt;Sanity, literal profanity hit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit it out&lt;br /&gt;All you wanna do is drag me down&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is stamp you out &lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumor fodder&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' all your little spies and leaving when you realize&lt;br /&gt;Step up, fairy&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the dome&lt;br /&gt;You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter&lt;br /&gt;And if you know what's good, just shut up and beg, brother&lt;br /&gt;Backstab - don't you know who you're dissin'? &lt;br /&gt;Side swipe,we know the Ass that your kissin'&lt;br /&gt;Bigity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway hauser&lt;br /&gt;Don't hear shit cuz It keeps gettin' louder&lt;br /&gt;Come on, and get a face full 'o tatic&lt;br /&gt;Lipping off hard, going home in a basket&lt;br /&gt;You got no pull, no power, no nothin&lt;br /&gt;Now you start shit? &lt;br /&gt;Well, ain't that something? &lt;br /&gt;Payoffs don't protect, and you can hide if you want&lt;br /&gt;But I'll find you, comin' up behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit it out&lt;br /&gt;All you wanna do is drag me down&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is stamp you out&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bout time I set this record straight&lt;br /&gt;All the needlenose punchin' is making me irate&lt;br /&gt;Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna be in the next five years? &lt;br /&gt;The crew and all the fools, and all the politix&lt;br /&gt;Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick&lt;br /&gt;You got dick when they passed out that good stuff&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of me? &lt;br /&gt;Good enough, had enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!&lt;br /&gt;(x7)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me! I'm all out of enemima's &lt;br /&gt;Spit it out&lt;br /&gt;All you wanna do is drag me down&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is stamp you out&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit! (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Spit... it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5111692699845537932?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5111692699845537932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5111692699845537932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5111692699845537932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5111692699845537932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/spit-it-out-slipknot.html' title='Spit It Out - Slipknot'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6867498336504331564</id><published>2009-12-16T22:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:12:00.044-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Of Victory - Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>Fire is raging on the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;while Arwald is fighting the war of the kings&lt;br /&gt;The army of Dargor, the thunder, the storm...&lt;br /&gt;so people are calling the brave and his sword&lt;br /&gt;No time left to save the wise throne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shades of a past not so far to forget...&lt;br /&gt;the rise of the demons from their bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;So come mighty warrior to light the lost hope&lt;br /&gt;for Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul...&lt;br /&gt;Now handle your emerald sword!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ancelot&lt;br /&gt;the ancient cross of war&lt;br /&gt;for the holy town of gods&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, gloria perpetua&lt;br /&gt;in this dawn of victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride of the dead and their practice of pain&lt;br /&gt;is pounding in him as a terrific quake&lt;br /&gt;You're closer and closer now follow their smell&lt;br /&gt;with your holy armour the steel in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Fly angel of bloody revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ancelot&lt;br /&gt;the ancient cross of war&lt;br /&gt;for the holy town of gods&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, gloria perpetua&lt;br /&gt;in this dawn of victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of the gods&lt;br /&gt;and so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of the demons&lt;br /&gt;and from distant red skies the thunders are calling his name&lt;br /&gt;the name of the master of pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ancelot&lt;br /&gt;the ancient cross of war&lt;br /&gt;for the holy town of gods&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, gloria perpetua&lt;br /&gt;in this dawn of victory&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, gloria perpetua&lt;br /&gt;in this dawn of victory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6867498336504331564?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6867498336504331564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6867498336504331564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6867498336504331564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6867498336504331564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/dawn-of-victory-rhapsody.html' title='Dawn Of Victory - Rhapsody'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3749683099493369603</id><published>2009-12-16T15:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:09:00.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers</title><content type='html'>Psychic spies from China&lt;br /&gt;Try to steal your mind's elation&lt;br /&gt;Little girls from Sweden&lt;br /&gt;Dream of silver screen quotations&lt;br /&gt;And if you want these kind of dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the edge of the world&lt;br /&gt;And all of western civilization&lt;br /&gt;The sun may rise in the East&lt;br /&gt;At least it settled in the final location&lt;br /&gt;It's understood that Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;sells Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay your surgeon very well&lt;br /&gt;To break the spell of aging&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity skin is this your chin&lt;br /&gt;Or is that war your waging&lt;br /&gt;First born unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Hard core soft porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me girl be my fairy to the world&lt;br /&gt;Be my very own constellation&lt;br /&gt;A teenage bride with a baby inside&lt;br /&gt;Getting high on information&lt;br /&gt;And buy me a star on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;It's Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space may be the final frontier&lt;br /&gt;But it's made in a Hollywood basement&lt;br /&gt;Cobain, can you hear the spheres&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs off station to station&lt;br /&gt;And Alderaan's not far away&lt;br /&gt;It's Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised by those who praise&lt;br /&gt;Control of population &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been there and&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean on vacation&lt;br /&gt;First born unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Hard core soft porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destruction leads to a very rough road&lt;br /&gt;But it also breeds creation&lt;br /&gt;And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar&lt;br /&gt;They're just another good vibration&lt;br /&gt;And tidal waves couldn't save the world&lt;br /&gt;From Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay your surgeon very well&lt;br /&gt;To break the spell of aging&lt;br /&gt;Sicker than the rest&lt;br /&gt;There is no test&lt;br /&gt;But this is what you're craving&lt;br /&gt;First born unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Hard core soft porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Californication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3749683099493369603?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3749683099493369603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3749683099493369603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3749683099493369603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3749683099493369603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/californication-red-hot-chili-peppers.html' title='Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6562439502487295735</id><published>2009-12-16T09:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:12:00.025-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bück Dich - Rammstein</title><content type='html'>Bück dich befehl ich dir&lt;br /&gt;wende dein Antlitz ab von mir&lt;br /&gt;dein Gesicht ist mir egal&lt;br /&gt;bück dich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Zweibeiner auf allen vieren&lt;br /&gt;ich führe ihn spazieren&lt;br /&gt;im Passgang den Flur entlang&lt;br /&gt;ich bin enttäuscht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt kommt er rückwärts mir entgegen&lt;br /&gt;Honig bleibt am Strumpfband kleben&lt;br /&gt;ich bin enttäuscht total enttäuscht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;das Gesicht interessiert mich nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Zweibeiner hat sich gebückt&lt;br /&gt;in ein gutes Licht gerückt&lt;br /&gt;zeig ich ihm was man machen kann&lt;br /&gt;und ich fang zu weinen an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Zweifuss stammelt ein gebet&lt;br /&gt;aus Angst weil es mir schlechter geht&lt;br /&gt;versucht er tief sich noch zu bücken&lt;br /&gt;tränen laufen hoch den rücken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich, befehl ich dir&lt;br /&gt;wende dein Antlitz ab von mir&lt;br /&gt;dein gesicht ist mir egal&lt;br /&gt;bück dich, nocheinmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;br /&gt;Bück dich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6562439502487295735?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6562439502487295735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6562439502487295735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6562439502487295735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6562439502487295735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/buck-dich-rammstein.html' title='Bück Dich - Rammstein'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4350732966443158649</id><published>2009-12-15T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:57:00.204-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw You Saying (That You Say That You Saw) - Raimundos</title><content type='html'>Reconheci... a Madonna ali parada no jardim&lt;br /&gt;Não resisti... fui perguntar o que ela achava de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei falar inglês&lt;br /&gt;Ela não entende uma palavra em português&lt;br /&gt;I saw you saying that you say that you saw&lt;br /&gt;I saw you saying that you say that you saw (I fell good)&lt;br /&gt;I feel good because you put your butt on me&lt;br /&gt;I feel good because you put your butt on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei para o meu pai&lt;br /&gt;O que ela me disse&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse, meu rapaz|&lt;br /&gt;I saw you saying that you say that you saw (I saw you saying)&lt;br /&gt;I saw you saying that you say that you saw (I fell good)&lt;br /&gt;I feel good because you put your butt on me&lt;br /&gt;I feel good because you put your butt on me&lt;br /&gt;I feel good because you put your butt on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hula hula song make me feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;The hula hula hey goodbye I'm going away&lt;br /&gt;The hula hula song make me feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;The hula hula hey goodbye I'm going away (a há)&lt;br /&gt;Because you put your butt on me (a há)&lt;br /&gt;You know you put your butt on me (a há)&lt;br /&gt;You know you put your butt on me&lt;br /&gt;Shalalala yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4350732966443158649?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4350732966443158649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4350732966443158649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4350732966443158649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4350732966443158649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-you-saying-that-you-say-that-you.html' title='I Saw You Saying (That You Say That You Saw) - Raimundos'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7305790478410429137</id><published>2009-12-15T17:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:55:00.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape Me - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>Rape me,&lt;br /&gt;Rape me, my friend &lt;br /&gt;Rape me,&lt;br /&gt;Rape me again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me,&lt;br /&gt;Do it and do it again &lt;br /&gt;Waste me &lt;br /&gt;Rape me, my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite inside source &lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss your open sores &lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your concern &lt;br /&gt;You'll always stink and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape me,&lt;br /&gt;Rape me, my friend &lt;br /&gt;Rape me,&lt;br /&gt;Rape me again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape me (Rape me) [x8]&lt;br /&gt;Rape me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7305790478410429137?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7305790478410429137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7305790478410429137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7305790478410429137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7305790478410429137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/rape-me-nirvana.html' title='Rape Me - Nirvana'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4116277305544203808</id><published>2009-12-15T08:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:07:00.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution - KoЯn</title><content type='html'>I'm digging with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;I'm ripping at the ground I stand upon&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for fragile bones&lt;br /&gt;(Evolution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna be refined&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying but I won't assimilate&lt;br /&gt;Sure we have come far in time&lt;br /&gt;(Watch the bough break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry, I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;By the evidence that I see&lt;br /&gt;That there's any hope left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evolution...&lt;br /&gt;just evolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I do not dare deny&lt;br /&gt;The basic beast inside&lt;br /&gt;It's right here, it's controlling my mind&lt;br /&gt;And why&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to die?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dominated by&lt;br /&gt;This animal that's locked up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up I get a real good view&lt;br /&gt;I'm betting that the species will survive&lt;br /&gt;Hold tight, I'm getting inside you&lt;br /&gt;(Evolution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we're gonna find these bones&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna wanna keep them in a jar&lt;br /&gt;The number one virus caused by&lt;br /&gt;(Procreation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the planet may go astray&lt;br /&gt;In a million years They' ll say&lt;br /&gt;Those motherfuckers were all deranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evolution...&lt;br /&gt;just evolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I do not dare deny&lt;br /&gt;The basic beast inside&lt;br /&gt;It's right here, it's controlling my mind&lt;br /&gt;And why&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to die?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dominated by&lt;br /&gt;This animal that's locked up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I do not dare deny&lt;br /&gt;The basic beast inside&lt;br /&gt;It's right here, it's controlling my mind&lt;br /&gt;And why&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to die?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dominated by&lt;br /&gt;This animal that's locked up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why!?&lt;br /&gt;(Why? Why? Why? Why?)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I deserve to die?&lt;br /&gt;(Do I deserve to die? Why? Why? Why?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4116277305544203808?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4116277305544203808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4116277305544203808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4116277305544203808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4116277305544203808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/evolution-kon.html' title='Evolution - KoЯn'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8911485008823942693</id><published>2009-12-14T21:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:37:00.251-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trooper - Iron Maiden</title><content type='html'>You'll Take My Life But I'll Take Yours Too&lt;br /&gt;You'll Fire Your Musket But I'll Run You Through&lt;br /&gt;So When You're Waiting For The Next Attack&lt;br /&gt;You'd Better Stand There's No Turning Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bugle Sounds And The Charge Begins&lt;br /&gt;But On This Battlefield No One Wins&lt;br /&gt;The Smell Of Acrid Smoke And Horses Breath&lt;br /&gt;As I Plunge On Into Certain Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse He Sweats With Fear We Break To Run&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty Roar Of The Russian Guns&lt;br /&gt;And As We Race Toward The Human Wall&lt;br /&gt;The Screams Of Pain As My Comrades Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Hurdle Bodies That Lay On The Ground&lt;br /&gt;And The Russians Fire Another Round&lt;br /&gt;We Get So Near Yet So Far Away&lt;br /&gt;We Won't Live To Fight Another Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Get So Close Near Enough To Fight&lt;br /&gt;When A Russian Gets Me In His Sights&lt;br /&gt;He Pulls The Trigger And I Feel The Blow&lt;br /&gt;A Burst Of Rounds Take My Horse Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And As I Lay There Gazing At The Sky&lt;br /&gt;My Body's Numb And My Throat Is Dry&lt;br /&gt;And As I Lay Forgotten And Alone&lt;br /&gt;Without A Tear I Draw My Parting Groan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8911485008823942693?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8911485008823942693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8911485008823942693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8911485008823942693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8911485008823942693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/trooper-iron-maiden.html' title='The Trooper - Iron Maiden'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1569601819452092584</id><published>2009-12-14T16:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:51:00.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupify - Disturbed</title><content type='html'>Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation&lt;br /&gt;from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;and gets stupified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting my whole life for just one FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed was just one FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that you don't give a FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was just one FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;One tiny little innocent FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like I'm shit out of LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See but I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same you say&lt;br /&gt;Live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified! [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people in the left wing ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the right wing ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the underground ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;br /&gt;All the people in the high rise ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;And all the people in the projects ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;And all la gente in the barrio ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupified, coming back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you like playing around with&lt;br /&gt;My, narrow scope of reality&lt;br /&gt;I, can feel it all start slipping away&lt;br /&gt;See but I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same you say&lt;br /&gt;Live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified! [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tefached [x2]&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrew: "Be Scared" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny me&lt;br /&gt;No baby now, don't deny me&lt;br /&gt;And darlin' don't be afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it&lt;br /&gt;I get stupified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my face, step in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I begin to stupify. RAH! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;Look in my face, step in my soul [x4]&lt;br /&gt;Look in my face! (STEP INTO MY SOUL!!) [x3]&lt;br /&gt;I begin to stupify! RAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1569601819452092584?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1569601819452092584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1569601819452092584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1569601819452092584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1569601819452092584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupify-disturbed.html' title='Stupify - Disturbed'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2922853469219897557</id><published>2009-12-14T11:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:50:54.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'>After Life - Avenged Sevenfold</title><content type='html'>Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen&lt;br /&gt;so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;br /&gt;of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right&lt;br /&gt;Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be&lt;br /&gt;Arrived too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of all the places I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain&lt;br /&gt;Can leave this place but refrain, ’cause we've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;br /&gt;of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)&lt;br /&gt;No pain or sign of time (I’m much too young to fall)&lt;br /&gt;So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;br /&gt;take me back inside when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones back home all crying ’cause they're already missing me&lt;br /&gt;I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;(I am unbroken; I’m choking on this ecstasy)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me&lt;br /&gt;(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;br /&gt;take me back inside when the time is right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2922853469219897557?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2922853469219897557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2922853469219897557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2922853469219897557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2922853469219897557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-life-avenged-sevenfold.html' title='After Life - Avenged Sevenfold'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3727601882743533022</id><published>2009-12-13T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:58:00.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>From the top to the bottom &lt;br /&gt;(Bottom to top I stop)&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten &lt;br /&gt;(In the middle of my thoughts) &lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety &lt;br /&gt;(The picture is there) &lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me &lt;br /&gt;(But why should I care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top to the bottom &lt;br /&gt;(Bottom to top I stop)&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten &lt;br /&gt;(In the middle of my thoughts) &lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety &lt;br /&gt;(The picture is there) &lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me &lt;br /&gt;(But why should I care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end &lt;br /&gt;Skies cock Back and shock that which can’t defend &lt;br /&gt;The rain then sends dripping an acidic question &lt;br /&gt;Forcefully, the power of suggestion &lt;br /&gt;Then with the eyes shut looking through the rust and rot &lt;br /&gt;And dust a small spot of light floods the floor &lt;br /&gt;And pours over the rusted world of pretend&lt;br /&gt;The eyes ease open and its dark again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top to the bottom &lt;br /&gt;(Bottom to top I stop)&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten &lt;br /&gt;(In the middle of my thoughts) &lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety &lt;br /&gt;(The picture is there) &lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me &lt;br /&gt;(But why should I care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory you’ll find me &lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up &lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving all around Screaming of the ups and downs &lt;br /&gt;Pollution manifested in perpetual sound &lt;br /&gt;The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind &lt;br /&gt;Street lamps, chain-link and concrete &lt;br /&gt;A little piece of paper with a picture drawn &lt;br /&gt;floats &lt;br /&gt;On down the street till the wind is gone &lt;br /&gt;The memory now is like the picture was then &lt;br /&gt;When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top to the bottom &lt;br /&gt;(Bottom to top I stop)&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten &lt;br /&gt;(In the middle of my thoughts) &lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety &lt;br /&gt;(The picture is there) &lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me &lt;br /&gt;(But why should I care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top to the bottom &lt;br /&gt;(Bottom to top I stop)&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten &lt;br /&gt;(In the middle of my thoughts) &lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety &lt;br /&gt;(The picture is there) &lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me &lt;br /&gt;(But why should I care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory you’ll find me &lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up &lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly &lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you got me caught in the act &lt;br /&gt;You bring the thought back &lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you that &lt;br /&gt;I see it right through you&lt;br /&gt;(7x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory you’ll find me &lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up &lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly &lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory...&lt;br /&gt;...you’ll find me &lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up &lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly &lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3727601882743533022?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3727601882743533022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3727601882743533022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3727601882743533022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3727601882743533022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgotten-linkin-park.html' title='Forgotten - Linkin Park'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1860873637871853563</id><published>2009-12-13T14:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:54:00.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Black - ACϟDC</title><content type='html'>Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;I Hit The Sack&lt;br /&gt;It's Been Too Long I'm Glad To Be Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Let Loose&lt;br /&gt;From The Noose&lt;br /&gt;That's Kept Me Hanging Around&lt;br /&gt;I've Been Looking At The Sky&lt;br /&gt;And It's Gettin' Me High&lt;br /&gt;Forget The Hearse 'Cause I Never Die&lt;br /&gt;I Got Nine Lives, Cats Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Using Every One Of Them And Running Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back, Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back In The Back&lt;br /&gt;Of A, Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Number One With A Bullet&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Power Pack&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm, In A Bang&lt;br /&gt;With A Gang&lt;br /&gt;They've Got To Catch Me&lt;br /&gt;If They Want Me To Hang&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Back On The Track&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Beatin' The Flack&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's Gonna Get Me On Another Rap&lt;br /&gt;So Look At Me Now&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Makin' My Play&lt;br /&gt;Don't Try To Push Your Luck&lt;br /&gt;Just Get Out Of My Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back, Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back, Back&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yes I Am&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Back In Now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;[I'm Back]&lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Back In Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Of The Sack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1860873637871853563?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1860873637871853563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1860873637871853563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1860873637871853563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1860873637871853563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-black-acdc.html' title='Back In Black - ACϟDC'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-691934856527748685</id><published>2009-12-13T09:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:18:00.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You Back - The Kooks</title><content type='html'>Take me back to the place where I&lt;br /&gt;Loved that girl for all time&lt;br /&gt;Why must life just take away&lt;br /&gt;Every good thing one at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Well yes I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Please give it me back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not even cry?&lt;br /&gt;For such a big thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;The pain it takes the part of me&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Well yes I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Please give it me back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do it females?&lt;br /&gt;It's always you do it angels&lt;br /&gt;You always keep me on the run&lt;br /&gt;So how did you do it angels?&lt;br /&gt;Always you do it females&lt;br /&gt;You always keep me on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Well yes I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Please give it me back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want your love&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let myself love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-691934856527748685?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/691934856527748685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=691934856527748685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/691934856527748685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/691934856527748685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-back-kooks.html' title='I Want You Back - The Kooks'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5433315261340973196</id><published>2009-12-12T16:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:46:00.274-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Light - Bloc Party</title><content type='html'>You'll find it hiding in shadows&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it hiding in cupboards&lt;br /&gt;It will walk you home safe every night&lt;br /&gt;It will help you remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Then that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;(4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;What could I ever run to&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me it's tearing you apart&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Then that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;When the sky turned blue&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I nearly didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentlest feeling (5x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bluest light&lt;br /&gt;(You are the bluest light)&lt;br /&gt;(8x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5433315261340973196?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5433315261340973196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5433315261340973196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5433315261340973196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5433315261340973196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-light-bloc-party.html' title='Blue Light - Bloc Party'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4534116720815232020</id><published>2009-12-12T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:28:00.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Day - Phantom Planet</title><content type='html'>I could tell from the minute I woke up &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely&lt;br /&gt;lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine rub the sleep out of my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And try to tell myself I can't&lt;br /&gt;go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sun is shining down on me and I should feel about as happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;I just got here and I already want to leave&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that somethin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;We all sing the same old song&lt;br /&gt;When you want it all to go away&lt;br /&gt;It's shaping up to be a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the minute I woke up it's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that somethin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;We all sing the same old song&lt;br /&gt;When you want it all to go away&lt;br /&gt;It's shaping up to be a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the minute I woke up it's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that somethin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that somethin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows what's going on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4534116720815232020?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4534116720815232020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4534116720815232020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4534116720815232020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4534116720815232020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/lonely-day-phantom-planet.html' title='Lonely Day - Phantom Planet'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1079626089337228345</id><published>2009-12-12T09:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:50:00.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever You Will Go - The Calling</title><content type='html'>So lately, been wondering&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low,&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;A way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my hope&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and your mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1079626089337228345?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1079626089337228345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1079626089337228345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1079626089337228345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1079626089337228345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/wherever-you-will-go-calling.html' title='Wherever You Will Go - The Calling'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2027121627451333831</id><published>2009-12-11T20:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:45:00.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience - Guns 'N Roses</title><content type='html'>Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we'll come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;(patience)&lt;br /&gt;Mm, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, dear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so tense&lt;br /&gt;But I can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;But you know, love&lt;br /&gt;There's one more thing to consider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To make it, &lt;br /&gt;We won't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whistle]&lt;br /&gt;...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah&lt;br /&gt;need a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;just a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;some more patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;need some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;could use some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is patience,&lt;br /&gt;just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;is all you need *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BEEN WALKIN' THE STREETS AT NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;JUST TRYIN' TO GET IT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;HARD TO SEE WITH SO MANY AROUND&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE&lt;br /&gt;BEING STUCK IN THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STREETS DON'T CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;BUT BABY THE NAME&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THE GAME&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, YEAH, BUT I NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;OO, I NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;WHOA, I NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;OO, ALL THIS TIME **&lt;br /&gt;(ah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2027121627451333831?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2027121627451333831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2027121627451333831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2027121627451333831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2027121627451333831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/patience-guns-n-roses.html' title='Patience - Guns &apos;N Roses'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4824114306820079165</id><published>2009-12-11T14:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:49:00.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco</title><content type='html'>Oh, well imagine; &lt;br /&gt;as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but to hear,&lt;br /&gt;no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" Says the bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame,&lt;br /&gt;the poor groom's bride is a whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of &lt;br /&gt;closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face &lt;br /&gt;these kinds of things with a sense &lt;br /&gt;of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people &lt;br /&gt;ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in fact&lt;br /&gt;well I'll look at it this way,&lt;br /&gt;I mean technically our marriage is saved! &lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, &lt;br /&gt;so pour the champagne!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &lt;br /&gt;Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved! &lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4824114306820079165?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4824114306820079165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4824114306820079165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4824114306820079165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4824114306820079165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-write-sins-not-tragedies-panic-at.html' title='I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7292848782213036947</id><published>2009-12-11T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:41:00.381-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Mundo Ficaria Completo (Com Você) - Cássia Eller</title><content type='html'>Não é porque eu sujei a roupa bem agora que eu já estava saindo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo porque eu peguei o maior trânsito e acabei perdendo o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu não acho o papel onde anotei o telefone que eu to precisando.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o dedo que eu cortei abrindo a lata e ainda continua sangrando.&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu fui mal na prova de geometria e periga d'eu repetir de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o meu carro que parou de madrugada só por falta de gasolina.&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque tá muito frio,&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque tá muito calor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dúvidas que com você daria certo.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos faríamos tantos planos,&lt;br /&gt;Com você o meu mundo ficaria completo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo nossos filhos brincando,&lt;br /&gt;E depois cresceriam e nos dariam os netos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fome que devora alguns milhões de brasileiros &lt;br /&gt;perto disso já não tem importância.&lt;br /&gt;A morte que nos toma a mãe insubstituível de repente &lt;br /&gt;dela já nem me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;A derrota de 50 e a campanha de 70 perdem totalmente o seu sentido.&lt;br /&gt;As datas, fatos e aniversariantes passam sem deixar o menor vestígio.&lt;br /&gt;Injúrias e promessas e mentiras e ofensas &lt;br /&gt;caem fora pelo outro ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Roubaram a carteira com meus documentos, &lt;br /&gt;aborrecimentos que eu já nem ligo.&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu quis e eu não fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu não fui eu não vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dúvidas que eu queria estar mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos viveríamos por mil anos porque o nosso mundo estaria completo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os nossos filhos brincando com seus filhos &lt;br /&gt;que depois nos trariam bisnetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu sei que ela não virá que eu não vejo a porta já se abrindo.&lt;br /&gt;E que eu não queira tê-la mesmo que não tenha a mínima lógica nesse raciocínio.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que eu esteja procurando o infinito a sorte pra andar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Se a fé remove até montanhas o desejo é o que torna o irreal possível.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por isso que eu não possa estar feliz,&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo e cantando.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por isso que ela não possa estar feliz,&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo e cantando.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que eu não ligo, &lt;br /&gt;Eu digo o que sinto e o que eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que eu te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dúvidas pois isso não é mais secreto.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos morreríamos pois nos amamos e de nós o mundo ficaria deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo nossos filhos lembrando com seus filhos que já teriam seus netos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-7292848782213036947?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7292848782213036947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7292848782213036947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7292848782213036947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7292848782213036947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-mundo-ficaria-completo-com-voce.html' title='Meu Mundo Ficaria Completo (Com Você) - Cássia Eller'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-8557376417229249598</id><published>2009-12-10T21:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:35:00.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil Pedaços - Legião Urbana</title><content type='html'>Eu não me perdi &lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim você me abandonou&lt;br /&gt;Você quis partir &lt;br /&gt;e agora estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou me acostumar &lt;br /&gt;com o silêncio em casa &lt;br /&gt;com um prato só na mesa&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me perdi &lt;br /&gt;o Sândalo perfuma &lt;br /&gt;o machado que o feriu&lt;br /&gt;Adeus adeus adeus meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;E tanto faz de tudo o que ficou &lt;br /&gt;guardo um retrato teu&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me perdi &lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim ninguém me perdoou&lt;br /&gt;Pobre coração &lt;br /&gt;quando o teu estava comigo era tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê acontece assim e é sem querer&lt;br /&gt;O que não era pra ser: &lt;br /&gt;Vou fugir dessa dor.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, &lt;br /&gt;se quiseres voltar &lt;br /&gt;volta não&lt;br /&gt;Porque me quebraste em mil pedaços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-8557376417229249598?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/8557376417229249598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=8557376417229249598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8557376417229249598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/8557376417229249598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/mil-pedacos-legiao-urbana.html' title='Mil Pedaços - Legião Urbana'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-3193027602334896103</id><published>2009-12-10T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:37:00.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock Show - Blink 182</title><content type='html'>Hanging out behind the club on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour&lt;br /&gt;I remember that it's the first time that I saw her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting kicked out of school cause she's failing&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda nervous, cause I think all her friends hate me&lt;br /&gt;She's the one, she'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;She took my hand and I made it I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what??" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we said we were gonna move to Vegas&lt;br /&gt;I remember the look her mother gave us&lt;br /&gt;17 without a purpose or direction&lt;br /&gt;We don't owe anyone a fuckin explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what??" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white picture of her on my wall&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever got another chance I'd still ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;Because she kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what??" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;(I'll never forget tonight)&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-3193027602334896103?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/3193027602334896103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=3193027602334896103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3193027602334896103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/3193027602334896103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/rock-show-blink-182.html' title='The Rock Show - Blink 182'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-4774713572549880128</id><published>2009-12-10T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:00:15.989-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Tonight - Eagle-Eye Cherry</title><content type='html'>Go on and close the curtains &lt;br /&gt;cause all we need is candle light &lt;br /&gt;You and me and a bottle of wine &lt;br /&gt;going to hold you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Well we know I'm going away &lt;br /&gt;and how I wish, I wish it weren't so &lt;br /&gt;So take this wine and drink with me &lt;br /&gt;let's delay our misery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a log on the fire &lt;br /&gt;and it burns like me for you &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with one desire &lt;br /&gt;to take me away it's true &lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;darling please don't start to cry &lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh &lt;br /&gt;Lord I wish it wasn't so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes to take me away &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I, that I could stay &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I've got to go, oh &lt;br /&gt;Lord I wish it wasn't so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;and fight the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;Save tonight &lt;br /&gt;Save tonight ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-4774713572549880128?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/4774713572549880128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=4774713572549880128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4774713572549880128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/4774713572549880128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-tonight-eagle-eye-cherry.html' title='Save Tonight - Eagle-Eye Cherry'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5214977431943864935</id><published>2009-12-09T20:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:30:00.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive - Cake</title><content type='html'>At first I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking I could never live&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;But then I spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking how you'd done me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I grew strong.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to get along. &lt;br /&gt;And so you're back from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;br /&gt;Without that look upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed my fucking lock.&lt;br /&gt;I would have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;If I'd have known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;You'd be back to bother me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now go.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh not I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;br /&gt;Just not to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to mend&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I spent oh so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry.&lt;br /&gt;But now I hold my head up high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me with somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that stupid little person&lt;br /&gt;Still in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;And so you thought you'd just drop by,&lt;br /&gt;And you expect me to be free.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm saving all my lovin'&lt;br /&gt;For someone who's lovin' me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now go.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh not I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5214977431943864935?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5214977431943864935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5214977431943864935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5214977431943864935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5214977431943864935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-survive-cake.html' title='I Will Survive - Cake'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1490408650017244330</id><published>2009-12-09T17:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:29:00.102-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>I'm through with standing in line&lt;br /&gt;To clubs we'll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bottom of the ninth&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out&lt;br /&gt;Quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house&lt;br /&gt;On an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough&lt;br /&gt;For ten plus me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So what you need?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Been there, done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and&lt;br /&gt;James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs&lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dress my ass&lt;br /&gt;With the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to&lt;br /&gt;Blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs&lt;br /&gt;That offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;we'll we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1490408650017244330?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1490408650017244330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1490408650017244330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1490408650017244330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1490408650017244330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockstar-nickelback.html' title='Rockstar - Nickelback'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-7619096771154963390</id><published>2009-12-09T08:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:51:00.254-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles - Josh Todd</title><content type='html'>A camisole and secrets on your face&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to you without a chase&lt;br /&gt;You think that we could turn it upside down&lt;br /&gt;And be the ones standing out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Were going in circles&lt;br /&gt;Stop if it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;If I lead you follow&lt;br /&gt;Even if we take the long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shooting star is falling out of space&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of you and watched yopu cry&lt;br /&gt;You always cry cause you keep it locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Im coming to take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide-awake no way out&lt;br /&gt;We keep spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake no way out, no way out&lt;br /&gt;Love did you forget about love&lt;br /&gt;Baby it all comes back to love&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I jsut threw it in your face&lt;br /&gt;And now its time you put me in my place&lt;br /&gt;And now Im running circles in my head&lt;br /&gt;I saw you walking out and I saw red&lt;br /&gt;Im coming to take you away&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/6331781923193131901-7619096771154963390?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/7619096771154963390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=7619096771154963390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7619096771154963390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/7619096771154963390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/circles-josh-todd.html' title='Circles - Josh Todd'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-2094918855162389102</id><published>2009-12-08T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:20:00.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost Of You - My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>I never said I'd lie and wait forever&lt;br /&gt;If I died, we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;I can't always just forget her&lt;br /&gt;But she could try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever ever...&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the feeling that you're never&lt;br /&gt;All alone and I remember now&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies&lt;br /&gt;She dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home &lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me&lt;br /&gt;For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall&lt;br /&gt;If I fall (down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN!!!x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me&lt;br /&gt;For all the ghosts that are never gonna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-2094918855162389102?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/2094918855162389102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=2094918855162389102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2094918855162389102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/2094918855162389102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghost-of-you-my-chemical-romance.html' title='The Ghost Of You - My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-1183537773285244396</id><published>2009-12-08T16:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:43:00.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say You’re Not In to It - Mayday Parade</title><content type='html'>In a show of hands, who has said these words before?&lt;br /&gt;And a show of hearts on the floor, who has ever meant them more?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll swallow my pride if you'll stay for the years&lt;br /&gt;And watch me spin circles as I disappear&lt;br /&gt;and hearts, they don't lie, they just quiver in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you say&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we forget everything&lt;br /&gt;And we stay the night&lt;br /&gt;If I was wrong then I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop this fight&lt;br /&gt;For the night&lt;br /&gt;And this empty space left in the seat&lt;br /&gt;To my right where you should be says a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let it say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything&lt;br /&gt;And we stay the night&lt;br /&gt;If I was wrong then I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop this fight&lt;br /&gt;For the night&lt;br /&gt;And this empty space left in the seat&lt;br /&gt;To my right where you should be says a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That today I know that tomorrow will shine again golden&lt;br /&gt;And bring our hearts back home&lt;br /&gt;And today I know that tomorrow will shine again golden&lt;br /&gt;And bring our hearts back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And today I know)&lt;br /&gt;And today meant nothing&lt;br /&gt;(that tomorrow will shine again golden)&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I swear then this meant everything to me&lt;br /&gt;(And bring our hearts back home)&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart's not home&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-1183537773285244396?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/1183537773285244396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=1183537773285244396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1183537773285244396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/1183537773285244396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-say-youre-not-in-to-it-mayday.html' title='Just Say You’re Not In to It - Mayday Parade'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5798191411365031431</id><published>2009-12-08T10:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:26:00.617-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Lovin' You - Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>Looking at the pages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;br /&gt;I took some shots and fell from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you were there to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;We've been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby&lt;br /&gt;We've been to hell and back again&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you're always my best friend&lt;br /&gt;For all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take this world away&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Just read the lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5798191411365031431?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5798191411365031431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5798191411365031431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5798191411365031431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5798191411365031431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-lovin-you-bon-jovi.html' title='All About Lovin&apos; You - Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-592455765601757661</id><published>2009-12-07T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:58:00.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me To Life - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>How Can You See Into My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like Open Doors&lt;br /&gt;Leading You Down Into My Core&lt;br /&gt;Where I’ve Become So Numb&lt;br /&gt;Without A Soul&lt;br /&gt;My Spirit Sleeping Somewhere Cold&lt;br /&gt;Until You Find It There And Lead It Back Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Call My Name And Save Me From The Dark&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Bid My Blood To Run&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Before I Come Undone&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Save Me From The Nothing I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now That I Know What I’m Without&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Just Leave Me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Into Me And Make Me Real&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Call My Name And Save Me From The Dark&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Bid My Blood To Run&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Before I Come Undone&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Save Me From The Nothing I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;[I've Been Living A Lie]&lt;br /&gt;[There's Nothing Inside]&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Inside Without Your Touch&lt;br /&gt;Without Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Darling Only You Are The Life&lt;br /&gt;Among The Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All This Time]&lt;br /&gt;[I Can't Believe I Couldn't Dee]&lt;br /&gt;[Kept In The Dark]&lt;br /&gt;[But You Were There In Front Of Me]&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Been Sleeping A Thousand Years It Seems&lt;br /&gt;Got To Open My Eyes To Everything&lt;br /&gt;[Without A Thought]&lt;br /&gt;[Without A Voice]&lt;br /&gt;[Without A Soul]&lt;br /&gt;[Don't Let Me Die Here]&lt;br /&gt;[There Must Be Something More]&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Call My Name And Save Me From The Dark&lt;br /&gt;[Wake Me Up]&lt;br /&gt;Bid My Blood To Run&lt;br /&gt;[I Can’t Wake Up]&lt;br /&gt;Before I Come Undone&lt;br /&gt;[Save Me]&lt;br /&gt;Save Me From The Nothing I’ve Become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;[I've Been Living A Lie]&lt;br /&gt;[There's Nothing Inside]&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-592455765601757661?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/592455765601757661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=592455765601757661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/592455765601757661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/592455765601757661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/bring-me-to-life-evanescence.html' title='Bring Me To Life - Evanescence'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-5837966124802631295</id><published>2009-12-07T18:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:23:00.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Curiosidade: "Creep" é uma giria. Realmente "Creep" significa arrastamento.&lt;br /&gt;Na giria é: pessoa que causa arrepios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;So fucking special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here? &lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have control&lt;br /&gt;I wanna a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I wanna a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She run, run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;So fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-5837966124802631295?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/5837966124802631295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=5837966124802631295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5837966124802631295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/5837966124802631295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/creep-radiohead.html' title='Creep - Radiohead'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331781923193131901.post-6587636246269673925</id><published>2009-12-07T08:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:12:00.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher de Fases - Raimundos</title><content type='html'>Que mulher ruim, jogou minhas coisas fora, &lt;br /&gt;Disse que em sua cama eu não deito mais não, &lt;br /&gt;A casa é minha, você que vá embora, &lt;br /&gt;Já pra saia da sua mãe e deixa o meu colchão, &lt;br /&gt;Ela é pró na arte de pentelhar e aziar, &lt;br /&gt;É campeã do mundo, &lt;br /&gt;A raiva era tanta que eu nem reparei, Que Lua, diminuía&lt;br /&gt;A doida, tá me beijando há horas, &lt;br /&gt;Disse que se for sem eu não quer viver mais não, &lt;br /&gt;Me diz Deus, o que é que eu faço agora? &lt;br /&gt;Se me olhando desse jeito ela me tem na mão, &lt;br /&gt;Meu filho aguenta, quem mandou você gostar, &lt;br /&gt;Dessa mulher de fases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicada e perfeitinha, Você me apareceu, &lt;br /&gt;Era tudo que eu queria, Estrela da Sorte, &lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite ela surgia, Meu bem você cresceu, &lt;br /&gt;Meu namoro é na folhinha, Mulher de fases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe fermento, põe as bomba, &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que aumente &lt;br /&gt;E a deixe, Bem maior que o Sol, &lt;br /&gt;Pouca gente sabe que na noite o frio é quente e arde,&lt;br /&gt;E eu acendi, &lt;br /&gt;Até sem luz dá pra te enxergar O lençol, &lt;br /&gt;Fazendo um Congo-Blue,&lt;br /&gt;É pena que eu sei Amanhã já vai miar se agüente, &lt;br /&gt;Que lá vem chumbo quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicada e perfeitinha, Você me apareceu, &lt;br /&gt;Era tudo que eu queria, Estrela da Sorte, &lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite ela surgia, Meu bem você cresceu, &lt;br /&gt;Meu namoro é na folhinha, Mulher de fases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicada e perfeitinha, Você me apareceu, &lt;br /&gt;Era tudo que eu queria, Estrela da Sorte, &lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite ela surgia, Meu bem você cresceu, &lt;br /&gt;Meu namoro é na folhinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6331781923193131901-6587636246269673925?l=letrademusik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/feeds/6587636246269673925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6331781923193131901&amp;postID=6587636246269673925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6587636246269673925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331781923193131901/posts/default/6587636246269673925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrademusik.blogspot.com/2009/12/mulher-de-fases-raimundos.html' title='Mulher de Fases - Raimundos'/><author><name>Cibele Ramos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5J-R3YFSnk/Tc_tNsiLe8I/AAAAAAAABs4/mmPYhxfKNPw/s220/crslivemocha.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
