<?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-9036057873619449723</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:44:57.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual é a Letra?</title><subtitle type='html'>Gosta de uma música mas não sabe o que ela significa? Não sabe a letra original? Tem dúvida em alguma parte? Traduções - Lyrics
Pergunte-me: Qual é a Letra?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1650162248736768902</id><published>2009-06-30T10:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:50:44.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOOTH CRIMINAL - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK4STQlf2NE/SkoYHsxow5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r03e2qbFCx4/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK4STQlf2NE/SkoYHsxow5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r03e2qbFCx4/s320/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353117627640759186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As He Came Into The Window&lt;br /&gt;It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo&lt;br /&gt;He Came Into Her Apartment&lt;br /&gt;He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet&lt;br /&gt;She Ran Underneath The Table&lt;br /&gt;He Could See She Was Unable&lt;br /&gt;So She Ran Into The Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;She Was Struck Down, It Was Her Doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK, Annie&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK, Annie&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK, Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(Will You Tell Us That You're OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(There's A Sign In The Window)&lt;br /&gt;(That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie)&lt;br /&gt;(He Came Into Your Apartment)&lt;br /&gt;(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)&lt;br /&gt;(Then You Ran Into The Bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;(You Were Struck Down)&lt;br /&gt;(It Was Your Doom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;You've Been Hit By&lt;br /&gt;You've Been Hit By -v A Smooth Criminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So They Came Into The Outway&lt;br /&gt;It Was Sunday - What A Black Day&lt;br /&gt;Mouth To Mouth Resus - Citation&lt;br /&gt;Sounding Heartbeats - Intimidations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;Annie Are You OK?&lt;br /&gt;So, Annie Are You OK&lt;br /&gt;Are You OK Annie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(Will You Tell Us That You're OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(There's A Sign In The Window)&lt;br /&gt;(That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie)&lt;br /&gt;(He Came Into Your Apartment)&lt;br /&gt;(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)&lt;br /&gt;(Then You Ran Into The Bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;(You Were Struck Down)&lt;br /&gt;(It Was Your Doom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(So, Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;(Are You OK Annie?)&lt;br /&gt;(You've Been Hit By)&lt;br /&gt;(You've Been Struck By -&lt;br /&gt;A Smooth Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Want Everybody To Clear The Area Right Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaow!&lt;br /&gt;(Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(Will You Tell Us, That You're OK?)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(There's A Sign In The Window)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(He Came Into Your Apartment)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(Left Bloodstains On The Carpet)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know Why Baby!&lt;br /&gt;(Then You Ran Into The Bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;br /&gt;(You Were Struck Down)&lt;br /&gt;(It Was Your Doom - Annie!)&lt;br /&gt;(Annie Are You OK?)&lt;br /&gt;Dad Gone It - Baby!&lt;br /&gt;(Will You Tell Us, That You're OK?)&lt;br /&gt;Dad Gone It - Baby!&lt;br /&gt;(There's A Sign In The Window)&lt;br /&gt;Dad Gone It - Baby!&lt;br /&gt;(That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie)&lt;br /&gt;Hoo! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;(He Came Into Your Apartment)&lt;br /&gt;Dad Gone It!&lt;br /&gt;(Left Bloodstains On The Carpet)&lt;br /&gt;Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;(Then You Ran Into The Bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;Dad Gone It!&lt;br /&gt;(You Were Struck Down)&lt;br /&gt;(It Was Your Doom-Annie!)&lt;br /&gt;Aaow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1650162248736768902?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1650162248736768902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1650162248736768902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1650162248736768902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1650162248736768902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/smooth-criminal-michael-jackson.html' title='SMOOTH CRIMINAL - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK4STQlf2NE/SkoYHsxow5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r03e2qbFCx4/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7428845053658888592</id><published>2009-06-30T10:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:41:55.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US (TRADUÇÃO) -  MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>Eles não ligam pra gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead&lt;br /&gt;Sem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ficou louco&lt;br /&gt;Situação&lt;br /&gt;Frustração&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Alegação&lt;br /&gt;No quarto&lt;br /&gt;Nas notícias&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Comida de cachorro&lt;br /&gt;Bang back&lt;br /&gt;Morte chocante&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ficou louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que quero falar&lt;br /&gt;É que eles não ligam pra gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata em mim&lt;br /&gt;Odeie-me&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;Me quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Procure-me&lt;br /&gt;Emocione-me&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;Me matar&lt;br /&gt;Julgue-me&lt;br /&gt;Processe-me&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Acabe comigo&lt;br /&gt;Chute-me&lt;br /&gt;Estraçalhe-me&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que sou&lt;br /&gt;Preto ou branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me o que aconteceu com minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma mulher e dois filhos que me amam&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou vítima da violência da polícia&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de ser vítima do ódio&lt;br /&gt;Você roubando o meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pelo amor de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os céus para cumprir a profecia&lt;br /&gt;Liberte-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead&lt;br /&gt;Sem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ficou malvado&lt;br /&gt;Trepidação&lt;br /&gt;Especulação&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Alegação&lt;br /&gt;No quarto&lt;br /&gt;Nas notícias&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Comida de cachorro&lt;br /&gt;Homem negro&lt;br /&gt;Chantagem&lt;br /&gt;Jogue o cara&lt;br /&gt;Na cadeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me o que aconteceu com meus direitos&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou invisível? Porque você me ignora&lt;br /&gt;Sua proclamação me prometeu liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de ser vítima da vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão acabando com minha reputação&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que essa é a terra de onde vim&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu na verdade odeio falar isso&lt;br /&gt;O governo não quer enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se Roosevelt estivesse vivo&lt;br /&gt;Ele não deixaria isso acontecer, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litígio&lt;br /&gt;Bata em mim&lt;br /&gt;Xingue-me&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;Me sujar&lt;br /&gt;Ataque-me&lt;br /&gt;Chute-me&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;Me pegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas eles não querem enxergar na vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o Martin Luther estivesse vivo&lt;br /&gt;Ele não deixaria isso acontecer, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segregação&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Julgue-me certo ou errado&lt;br /&gt;Eles me mantêm no inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui pra te lembrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7428845053658888592?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7428845053658888592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7428845053658888592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7428845053658888592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7428845053658888592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-care-about-us-traducao.html' title='THEY DON&apos;T CARE ABOUT US (TRADUÇÃO) - 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MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1930369770747112524</id><published>2009-06-30T10:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:38:47.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK WITH YOU - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>Girl, close your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Let that rhythm get into you&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing that you can do&lt;br /&gt;Relax your mind&lt;br /&gt;Lay back and groove with mine&lt;br /&gt;You gotta feel that heat&lt;br /&gt;And we can ride the boogie&lt;br /&gt;Share that beat of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (all night)&lt;br /&gt;Dance you into day (sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (all night)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rock the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody there but us&lt;br /&gt;Girl when you dance&lt;br /&gt;There's a magic that must be love&lt;br /&gt;Just take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Cause we got so far to go&lt;br /&gt;When you feel that heat&lt;br /&gt;And we can ride the boogie&lt;br /&gt;Share that beat of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (all night)&lt;br /&gt;Dance you into day (sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (all night)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rock the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the groove is dead and gone (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know that love survives&lt;br /&gt;So we can rock forever, on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna groove with you!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna groove with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock (all night) with you, girl (sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;Rock with you, rock with you, (yeah) (all night)&lt;br /&gt;Dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (yeah) (all night)&lt;br /&gt;Rock you into day (sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with you (all night)&lt;br /&gt;Rock the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the heat, feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;Rock you into day (sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock&lt;br /&gt;Rock the night away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1930369770747112524?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1930369770747112524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1930369770747112524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1930369770747112524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1930369770747112524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-with-you-michael-jackson.html' title='ROCK WITH YOU - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1591324171129636494</id><published>2009-06-30T10:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:38:15.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MORPHINE - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>He got flat, baby&lt;br /&gt;Kicked in the back, baby&lt;br /&gt;A heart attack, baby&lt;br /&gt;I hate your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot bitch, honey&lt;br /&gt;He dug the ditch, baby&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick, baby&lt;br /&gt;So unreliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a swine, baby&lt;br /&gt;All down the line, debby&lt;br /&gt;I hate your kind, baby&lt;br /&gt;So unreliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot buzz, baby&lt;br /&gt;He want the buzz, baby&lt;br /&gt;Another drug, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don’t deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Put all your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;You’re doin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard what the doctor said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the place, baby&lt;br /&gt;Kicked in the face, baby&lt;br /&gt;He hate your race, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re not a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re every lick, baby&lt;br /&gt;Your dog’s a bitch, baby&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick, baby&lt;br /&gt;You talk survival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never come for me&lt;br /&gt;She never want, baby&lt;br /&gt;I got you up, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re just a rival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a play, daddy&lt;br /&gt;Right up your league, debby&lt;br /&gt;You’re throwin’ shade, daddy&lt;br /&gt;So undesirable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Just in me&lt;br /&gt;Put all your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;She doin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Go on, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax, this won’t hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Before I put it in&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry, I won’t convert you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to dismay&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;Demerol, Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, he’s taking Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Demerol, Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, he’s taking Demerol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s trying hard to convince her&lt;br /&gt;To give him more of what he had&lt;br /&gt;Today he wants it twice as bad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry, I won’t resent you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you had his trust&lt;br /&gt;Today he’s taking twice as much&lt;br /&gt;Demerol, Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, he’s taking Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Demerol, Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, he’s got his Demerol&lt;br /&gt;Ooww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard what the doctor said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got shit, baby&lt;br /&gt;Your dog’s a bitch, baby&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick, baby&lt;br /&gt;You are a liar&lt;br /&gt;He shoot the game, daddy&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the pain, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re all the same, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re so reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Put all your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;She’s doin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just sit around&lt;br /&gt;You’re talkin’ of it&lt;br /&gt;You’re takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Go on, baby&lt;br /&gt;You just sit around&lt;br /&gt;Try talkin’ about it&lt;br /&gt;You’re takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Just sit around&lt;br /&gt;Just talkin’ nothin’ about it&lt;br /&gt;She takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;You just sit around&lt;br /&gt;You talkin’ about it&lt;br /&gt;You’re takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;You just sit around&lt;br /&gt;Just talkin’ nothin’&lt;br /&gt;And takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Somethin’s goin’ down, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re talkin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Go on, baby&lt;br /&gt;Morphine&lt;br /&gt;Do it&lt;br /&gt;She’s takin’ morphine&lt;br /&gt;Morphine&lt;br /&gt;Morphine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1591324171129636494?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1591324171129636494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1591324171129636494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1591324171129636494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1591324171129636494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/morphine-michael-jackson.html' title='MORPHINE - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8850709876505823809</id><published>2009-06-30T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:35:57.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN IN THE MIRROR - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna make a change,&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel real good,&lt;br /&gt;gonna make a diference&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I, turn up the collar on&lt;br /&gt;my favorite winter coat&lt;br /&gt;This wind is blowing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see the kids in the streets,&lt;br /&gt;with not enought to eat&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to be blind?&lt;br /&gt;Pretending not to see their needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summer disregard, a broken bottle top&lt;br /&gt;And a one man soul&lt;br /&gt;They follow each other on the wind ya' know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;That's why I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;And no message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself, and then make a change&lt;br /&gt;(Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I realize&lt;br /&gt;That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan&lt;br /&gt;Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And a washed-out dream&lt;br /&gt;(Washed-out dream)&lt;br /&gt;They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they got no place to be&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm starting with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;And no message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself, and then make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;(Change his ways - ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;And no message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself and then make that..&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Man in the mirror - Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;(Better change!)&lt;br /&gt;No message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;(If you wanna make the world a better place)&lt;br /&gt;(Take a look at yourself and then make the change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You gotta get it right, while you got the time)&lt;br /&gt;('Cause when you close your heart)&lt;br /&gt;You can't close your... your mind!&lt;br /&gt;(Then you close your... mind!)&lt;br /&gt;That man, that man, that man, that man&lt;br /&gt;With the man in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Man in the mirror, oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;That man, that man, that man,&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;(Better change!)&lt;br /&gt;You know... that man&lt;br /&gt;No message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself and then make the change&lt;br /&gt;Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah&lt;br /&gt;(Ooooh...)&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a change&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel real good!&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;(Change...)&lt;br /&gt;Just lift yourself&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;You've got to stop it,&lt;br /&gt;Yourself!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah! - Make that change!)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make that change, today!&lt;br /&gt;Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;(Man in the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;You got to&lt;br /&gt;You got to not let yourself...&lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah! - Make that change!)&lt;br /&gt;You know - I've got to get&lt;br /&gt;that man, that man...&lt;br /&gt;(Man in the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;You've got to&lt;br /&gt;You've got to move! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;You got to...&lt;br /&gt;Stand up! Stand up! Stand up!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah! - Make that change)&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and lift yourself, now!&lt;br /&gt;(Man in the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Aaow!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah! - Make that change!)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make that change...&lt;br /&gt;come on!&lt;br /&gt;You know it!&lt;br /&gt;You know it!&lt;br /&gt;You know it!&lt;br /&gt;You know it...&lt;br /&gt;(Change...)&lt;br /&gt;Make that change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8850709876505823809?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8850709876505823809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8850709876505823809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8850709876505823809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8850709876505823809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-in-mirror-michael-jackson.html' title='MAN IN THE MIRROR - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8814657297561231063</id><published>2009-06-30T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:35:22.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INVINCIBLE - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>If I could tear down these walls that keep you and I apart&lt;br /&gt;I know I could claim your heart and our perfect love will start&lt;br /&gt;But girl you just won’t approve of the things that I do&lt;br /&gt;When all I do is for you but still you say it ain’t cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s somebody else, he can’t love you like me&lt;br /&gt;And he says he’ll treat you well, he can’t treat you like me&lt;br /&gt;And he’s buying diamonds and pearls, he can’t do it like me&lt;br /&gt;And he’s talking you all across the world, he can’t trick you like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So why ain’t you feelin’ me, she’s invincible&lt;br /&gt;But I can do anything, she’s invincible&lt;br /&gt;Even when I beg and plead, she’s invincible&lt;br /&gt;Girl won’t give in to me, she’s invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many times I’ve told you of all the things I would do&lt;br /&gt;But I cant seem to get through no matter how I try to&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how does it seem that you ain’t checking for me&lt;br /&gt;When I know that I could be more than you could ever dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s somebody else, he can’t love you like me&lt;br /&gt;And he says he’ll treat you well, he can’t treat you like me&lt;br /&gt;And he’s buying diamonds and pearls, he can’t do it like me&lt;br /&gt;And he’s talking you all across the world, he can’t trick you like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some way I’ll have to prove all that I said I would do&lt;br /&gt;Giving you everything, fulfilling your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you’ll change your mind and finally give in time&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll be showing you what other men are supposed to do for you my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS x 3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8814657297561231063?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8814657297561231063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8814657297561231063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8814657297561231063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8814657297561231063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/invincible-michael-jackson.html' title='INVINCIBLE - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7609109313760383834</id><published>2009-06-30T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:33:22.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDHOOD - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>Have you seen my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for the world that I come from&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I’ve been looking around&lt;br /&gt;In the lost and found of my heart&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me&lt;br /&gt;They view it as such strange eccentricities&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I keep kidding around&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, but pardon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I’m not okay&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I love such elementary things&lt;br /&gt;It’s been my fate to compensate&lt;br /&gt;For the childhood I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;Like pirates and adventurous dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of conquest and kings on a throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to love me&lt;br /&gt;Look within your heart then ask&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I’m strange that way&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I love such elementary things&lt;br /&gt;It’s been my fate to compensate&lt;br /&gt;for the childhood I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;Like fantastical stories to share&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I would dare&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to love me&lt;br /&gt;The painful youth I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my childhood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7609109313760383834?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7609109313760383834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7609109313760383834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7609109313760383834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7609109313760383834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/childhood-michael-jackson.html' title='CHILDHOOD - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4065630175384838080</id><published>2009-06-30T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:32:04.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>Your butt is mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you right&lt;br /&gt;Just show your face&lt;br /&gt;In broad daylight&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;On how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hurt your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoot to kill&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;All right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you&lt;br /&gt;On count of three&lt;br /&gt;To show your stuff&lt;br /&gt;Or let it be...&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I know your game&lt;br /&gt;What you're about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say the sky's the limit&lt;br /&gt;And to me that's really true&lt;br /&gt;But my friend you have seen nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Just wait 'til I get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you know.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again,&lt;br /&gt;Who's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is out&lt;br /&gt;You're doin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lock you up&lt;br /&gt;Before too long,&lt;br /&gt;Your lyin' eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you right&lt;br /&gt;So listen up&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a fight,&lt;br /&gt;Your talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;You're not a man&lt;br /&gt;You're throwin' stones&lt;br /&gt;To hide your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say the sky's the limit&lt;br /&gt;And to me that's really true&lt;br /&gt;And my friends you have seen nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Just wait 'til I get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it, you know.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;(And the whole world has to answer right now)&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again,&lt;br /&gt;(Just to tell you once again,)&lt;br /&gt;Who's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can change the world tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;This could be a better place&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Then won't slap my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it, you know.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Woo! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;(And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it - you know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you know, you know, come on&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;(And the whole world has to answer right now)&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again,&lt;br /&gt;(Just to tell you once again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm smooth, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad baby.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you know it, come on&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;(And the whole world has to answer right now)&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;(Just to tell you once again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, you know hoo!&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad you know it, you know&lt;br /&gt;(Bad bad-really, really bad)&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;(And the whole world has to answer right now)&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again,&lt;br /&gt;(Just to tell you once again,)&lt;br /&gt;Who's bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4065630175384838080?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4065630175384838080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4065630175384838080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4065630175384838080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4065630175384838080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-michael-jackson.html' title='BAD - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-160894963139905357</id><published>2009-06-30T10:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:28:38.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T STOP 'TILL YOU GET ENOUGH - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>You know I was... I was wondering, you know... if... If she could keep on, because... the force... has got a lot of power, and, It makes me feel like a... It, it makes me feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely is the feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Fever, temperature's rising now&lt;br /&gt;Power (ah power) is the force the vow&lt;br /&gt;That makes it happen&lt;br /&gt;It asks no question why (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;So get closer (closer now) to my body now&lt;br /&gt;Just love me 'til you don't no how (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE 3X)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on with the force don't stop&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop 'til you get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me and I feel on fire&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' like a love desire (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm melting (I'm melting) like hot candle wax&lt;br /&gt;Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we're at (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;So let love take us through the hours&lt;br /&gt;I won't be complaining&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is love power (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE 4X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak enemy despise&lt;br /&gt;Eternal (ah eternal) love shines in my eyes (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;So let love (ah let love) take us through the hours&lt;br /&gt;I won't be complaining (no no)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love is alright, alright (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE 8X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely is the feeling now&lt;br /&gt;I won't be complaining (ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;The force is love power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE 15x)&lt;br /&gt;(FINAL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-160894963139905357?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/160894963139905357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=160894963139905357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Skin head&lt;br /&gt;Dead head&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation&lt;br /&gt;Aggravation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite&lt;br /&gt;On the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Dog food&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang&lt;br /&gt;Shock dead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's&lt;br /&gt;Gone mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat me&lt;br /&gt;Hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can never&lt;br /&gt;Break me&lt;br /&gt;Will me&lt;br /&gt;Thrill me&lt;br /&gt;You can never&lt;br /&gt;Kill me&lt;br /&gt;Jew me&lt;br /&gt;Sue me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Do me&lt;br /&gt;Kick me&lt;br /&gt;Kike me&lt;br /&gt;DonÂ’t you&lt;br /&gt;Black or white me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has become of my life&lt;br /&gt;I have a wife and two children who love me&lt;br /&gt;I am the victim of police brutality, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate&lt;br /&gt;Your rapinÂÂ’ me of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Oh for God's sake&lt;br /&gt;I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead&lt;br /&gt;Deadhead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Trepidation&lt;br /&gt;Speculation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite&lt;br /&gt;On the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Dog food&lt;br /&gt;Black man&lt;br /&gt;Black mail&lt;br /&gt;Throw the brother&lt;br /&gt;In jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has become of my rights&lt;br /&gt;Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Your proclamation promised me free liberty, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame&lt;br /&gt;They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is the land from which I came&lt;br /&gt;You know I really do hate to say it&lt;br /&gt;The government don't wanna see&lt;br /&gt;But if Roosevelt was livin'&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't let this be, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead&lt;br /&gt;Deadhead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation&lt;br /&gt;Speculation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Litigation&lt;br /&gt;Beat me&lt;br /&gt;Bash me&lt;br /&gt;You can never&lt;br /&gt;Trash me&lt;br /&gt;Hit me&lt;br /&gt;Kick me&lt;br /&gt;You can never&lt;br /&gt;Get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life they just donÂ’t wanna see&lt;br /&gt;But if Martin Luther was livin'&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't let this be, no, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin head&lt;br /&gt;Dead head&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's&lt;br /&gt;Gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation&lt;br /&gt;Segregation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite&lt;br /&gt;On the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Dog food&lt;br /&gt;Kick me&lt;br /&gt;Kike me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you&lt;br /&gt;Wrong or right me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They keep me on fire)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;(They keep me on fire)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;(IÂÂ’m there to remind you)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They donÂ’t really care about us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1187640474970550935?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1187640474970550935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1187640474970550935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1187640474970550935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1187640474970550935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-care-about-us-michael-jackson.html' title='THEY DON&apos;T CARE ABOUT US - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4140769395720235213</id><published>2009-06-30T10:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:27:14.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK OR WHITE - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>I took my baby&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday bang&lt;br /&gt;Boy is that girl with you&lt;br /&gt;Yes we're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Has happened tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;About my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They print my message&lt;br /&gt;In the Saturday sun&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell them&lt;br /&gt;I ain't second to none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told about equality&lt;br /&gt;An it's true&lt;br /&gt;Either you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;About my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this devil&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this business&lt;br /&gt;Sew when the&lt;br /&gt;Going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scared of&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scared of no sheets&lt;br /&gt;I ain't scare of nobody&lt;br /&gt;Girl when the&lt;br /&gt;Goin' gets mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L. T. B. Rap performance)&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;For gangs, clubs&lt;br /&gt;And nations&lt;br /&gt;Causing grief in&lt;br /&gt;Human relations&lt;br /&gt;It's a turf war&lt;br /&gt;On a global scale&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hear both sides&lt;br /&gt;Of the tale&lt;br /&gt;See, it's not about races&lt;br /&gt;Just places&lt;br /&gt;Faces&lt;br /&gt;Where your blood&lt;br /&gt;Comes from&lt;br /&gt;Is where your space is&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the bright&lt;br /&gt;Get duller&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spend&lt;br /&gt;My life being a color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Michael)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you agree with me&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin' about my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Being my baby&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said if&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Being my brother&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you're&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea now&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black, it's white&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for you&lt;br /&gt;To get by&lt;br /&gt;It's black , it's white, whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black, it's white&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for you&lt;br /&gt;To get by&lt;br /&gt;It's black , it's white, whoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4140769395720235213?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4140769395720235213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4140769395720235213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4140769395720235213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4140769395720235213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-or-white-michael-jackson.html' title='BLACK OR WHITE - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1305822211235767443</id><published>2009-06-30T10:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:26:38.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLIE JEAN - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>She was more like a beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;From a movie scene&lt;br /&gt;I said: Don't mind, but what do you mean&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;She said I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me her name was Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;As she caused a scene&lt;br /&gt;Then every head turned with eyes&lt;br /&gt;That dreamed of being the one&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;Don't go around breaking young girl's hearts&lt;br /&gt;And mother always told me&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of who you love&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lie becomes the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For forty days and forty nights&lt;br /&gt;The law was on her side&lt;br /&gt;But who can stand when she's in demand&lt;br /&gt;Her schemes and plans&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;So take my strong advice,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to always think twice&lt;br /&gt;(Do think twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told my baby that's a threat&lt;br /&gt;As she looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Then showed a photo of a baby cries&lt;br /&gt;Eyes would like mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance on the floor in the round, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't go around breaking young girl's hearts&lt;br /&gt;She came and stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;Then the smell of sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;This happened much too soon&lt;br /&gt;She called me to her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;br /&gt;She says he is my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1305822211235767443?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1305822211235767443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1305822211235767443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1305822211235767443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1305822211235767443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/billie-jean-michael-jackson.html' title='BILLIE JEAN - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-5871150948250634264</id><published>2009-06-30T10:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:25:49.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>THRILLER - MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>It's close to midnight&lt;br /&gt;Something evil's lurkin'in from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;br /&gt;You try to scream&lt;br /&gt;But terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;br /&gt;You start to freeze&lt;br /&gt;As horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;And no one's gonna save you&lt;br /&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;br /&gt;You know it's thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;br /&gt;Inside a killer&lt;br /&gt;Thriller tonight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the door slam&lt;br /&gt;And realize there's nowhere left to run&lt;br /&gt;You feel the cold hand&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if you'll ever see the sun&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And hope that this is just imagination&lt;br /&gt;But all the while&lt;br /&gt;You hear a creature creepin' up behind&lt;br /&gt;You're outta time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night creatures callin'&lt;br /&gt;The dead start to walk in their masquerade&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time&lt;br /&gt;(They're open wide)&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get you&lt;br /&gt;There's demons closing in on every side&lt;br /&gt;They will possess you&lt;br /&gt;Unless you change that number on your dial&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time&lt;br /&gt;For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All through the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll save you from the terror on the screen&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rap]&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falls across the land&lt;br /&gt;The midnight hour is close at hand&lt;br /&gt;Creatures crawl in search of blood&lt;br /&gt;To terrorize y'alls neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;And whosoever shall be found&lt;br /&gt;Without the soul for getting down&lt;br /&gt;Must stand and face the hounds of hell&lt;br /&gt;And rot inside a corpse's shell&lt;br /&gt;The foulest stench is in the air&lt;br /&gt;The funk of forty thousand years&lt;br /&gt;And grizzly ghouls from every tomb&lt;br /&gt;Are closing in to seal your doom&lt;br /&gt;And though you fight to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Your body starts to shiver&lt;br /&gt;For no mere mortal can resist&lt;br /&gt;The evil of the thriller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;And no one's gonna save you&lt;br /&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;br /&gt;You know it's thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;br /&gt;Inside a killer&lt;br /&gt;Thriller tonight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;That this is thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can thrill you more&lt;br /&gt;Than any ghoul would ever dare try&lt;br /&gt;(Thriller)&lt;br /&gt;(Thriller night)&lt;br /&gt;So let me hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And share a&lt;br /&gt;(Killer, diller, chiller)&lt;br /&gt;(Thriller here tonight)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I can thrill you more&lt;br /&gt;Than any ghoul would ever dare try&lt;br /&gt;(Thriller)&lt;br /&gt;(Thriller night)&lt;br /&gt;So let me hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And share a&lt;br /&gt;(Killer, thriller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA AHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-5871150948250634264?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/5871150948250634264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=5871150948250634264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5871150948250634264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5871150948250634264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/thriller-michael-jackson.html' title='THRILLER - MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-173196307867645603</id><published>2009-06-12T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:43:29.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REHAB - DOWN</title><content type='html'>long day lay me low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay me low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head burning drunk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need none&lt;br /&gt;that's right man I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;but what I've got to know,&lt;br /&gt;is have I wasted time?&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blind&lt;br /&gt;to almost everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm drowning through sorrow&lt;br /&gt;- you recognize me -&lt;br /&gt;be me for a change (fucked)&lt;br /&gt;under the silk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a box of pine,&lt;br /&gt;and that's dying -&lt;br /&gt;not a single other life&lt;br /&gt;ever will have felt my price&lt;br /&gt;is it worth the risk to be revived?&lt;br /&gt;and I'm dying, I'm hollow&lt;br /&gt;- It won't deny me -&lt;br /&gt;be me for a change (fucked)&lt;br /&gt;on the last day&lt;br /&gt;they'll take it all away&lt;br /&gt;on and outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;gimme some medicine...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm drowning through sorrow&lt;br /&gt;- it won't deny me -&lt;br /&gt;be me for a change (fucked)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, one more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day kill me long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-173196307867645603?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/173196307867645603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=173196307867645603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/173196307867645603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/173196307867645603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/06/rehab-down.html' title='REHAB - DOWN'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4750587222114915358</id><published>2009-05-29T16:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:51:03.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHINGMAN - PEARL JAM</title><content type='html'>Once divided...nothing left to subtract...&lt;br /&gt;Some words when spoken...can't be taken back...&lt;br /&gt;Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Future's above...but in the past, he's slow and sinking...&lt;br /&gt;Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it something?&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She once believed...in every story he had to tell...&lt;br /&gt;One day she stiffened...took the other side...&lt;br /&gt;Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...&lt;br /&gt;One just escapes...one's left inside the well...&lt;br /&gt;And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it something?&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she don't want him...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...&lt;br /&gt;Burn...burn...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it something?&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Coulda' been something...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingman...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...ohh...ohh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4750587222114915358?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4750587222114915358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4750587222114915358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4750587222114915358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4750587222114915358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothingman-pearl-jam.html' title='NOTHINGMAN - PEARL JAM'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-5497242012907807909</id><published>2009-05-29T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:50:40.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A SMALL VICTORY - FAITH NO MORE</title><content type='html'>A Hierarchy&lt;br /&gt;Spread Out On The Nightstand&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Of Team&lt;br /&gt;Salvation Is Another Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sore Loser&lt;br /&gt;Yelling With My Mouth Shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cracking Portrait&lt;br /&gt;The Fondling and the Trophies&lt;br /&gt;The Null Of Losing&lt;br /&gt;Can You Afford That Luxury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sore Winner&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Just Keep My Mouth Shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Shouldn't Bother Me, No, It Shouldn't, No, No&lt;br /&gt;It Shouldn't Bother Me, No, It Shouldn't,&lt;br /&gt;But It Does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Small Victories&lt;br /&gt;The Cankers And Medallions&lt;br /&gt;The little nothings&lt;br /&gt;They Keep Me Thinking That Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Beat You&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Just Keep My Mouth Shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Shouldn't Bother Me, No, It Shouldn't, No, No&lt;br /&gt;It Shouldn't Bother Me, No, It Shouldn't,&lt;br /&gt;But It Does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Speak At One Constant Volume&lt;br /&gt;At One Constant Pitch&lt;br /&gt;At One Consonant Rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Right Into Your Ear,&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;br /&gt;You Still Won't Hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-5497242012907807909?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/5497242012907807909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=5497242012907807909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5497242012907807909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5497242012907807909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-victory-faith-no-more.html' title='A SMALL VICTORY - FAITH NO MORE'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8353884550880376728</id><published>2009-05-21T11:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:22:42.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MEIO DE TUDO, VOCÊ - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII</title><content type='html'>Selva&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é demais&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega em casa do trabalho quase vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selva&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é o máximo&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade pra escolher a cor da embalagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa selva&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é normal&lt;br /&gt;Entrar na fila comprar ingresso pra levar porrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo, você!&lt;br /&gt;Me salva da selva me salva da selva! (refrão: 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selva a gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é demais&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de silêncio e um copo de água pura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa Selva&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é o máximo&lt;br /&gt;Se o cara mente mas tem cara de honesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa selva&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;A gente fica achando que é o normal&lt;br /&gt;Finge que não vê,diz que não foi nada e leva mais porrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo, você!&lt;br /&gt;Me salva da selva me salva da selva! (refrão: 4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo, você!&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo, no meio de tudo .. você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8353884550880376728?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8353884550880376728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8353884550880376728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8353884550880376728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8353884550880376728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-meio-de-tudo-voce-engenheiros-do.html' title='NO MEIO DE TUDO, VOCÊ - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7281568365210655312</id><published>2009-05-21T11:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:21:40.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TODO CARNAVAL TEM SEU FIM - LOS HERMANOS</title><content type='html'>Todo dia um ninguém josé acorda já deitado&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia ainda de pé o zé dorme acordado&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia o dia não quer raiar o sol do dia&lt;br /&gt;Toda trilha é andada com a fé de quem crê no ditado&lt;br /&gt;De que o dia insiste em nascer&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dia insiste em nascer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver deitar o novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda rosa é rosa porque assim ela é chamada&lt;br /&gt;Toda Bossa é nova e você não liga se é usada&lt;br /&gt;Todo o carnaval tem seu fim&lt;br /&gt;Todo o carnaval tem seu fim&lt;br /&gt;E é o fim, e é o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu brincar de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu pintar o meu nariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda banda tem um tarol, quem sabe eu não toco&lt;br /&gt;Todo samba tem um refrão pra levantar o bloco&lt;br /&gt;Toda escolha é feita por quem acorda já deitado&lt;br /&gt;Toda folha elege um alguém que mora logo ao lado&lt;br /&gt;E pinta o estandarte de azul&lt;br /&gt;E põe suas estrelas no azul&lt;br /&gt;Pra que mudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu brincar de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu pintar o meu nariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7281568365210655312?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7281568365210655312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7281568365210655312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7281568365210655312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7281568365210655312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-carnaval-tem-seu-fim-los-hermanos.html' title='TODO CARNAVAL TEM SEU FIM - LOS HERMANOS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8827559989729359497</id><published>2009-05-21T11:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:20:58.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA ME BALANÇA - JEITO MOLEQUE</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquela amiga que você&lt;br /&gt;Me apresentou na sua escola&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ela tá me dando bola (tchá...tchá)&lt;br /&gt;Ela fez questão de me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que a muito tempo não namora&lt;br /&gt;Acho ela tá me dando bola (tchá...tchá)&lt;br /&gt;Acho q ela tá me dando bola ai ai ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava louco pra acender&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá no fundo fui covarde&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo dela perceber&lt;br /&gt;A diferença de idade&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dei o braço a torcer&lt;br /&gt;Venci o medo e o preconceito&lt;br /&gt;E quero morrer de prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me balança&lt;br /&gt;Feito uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Faz o coração disparar ê&lt;br /&gt;Ela fica louca, com agua na boca&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;A gente nem se encostou e nosso fogo tá assim! (vai!!)&lt;br /&gt;(2X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8827559989729359497?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8827559989729359497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8827559989729359497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8827559989729359497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8827559989729359497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/ela-me-balanca-jeito-moleque.html' title='ELA ME BALANÇA - JEITO MOLEQUE'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-5664974637730116128</id><published>2009-05-21T11:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:20:34.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FANTASY (TRADUÇÃO) - MARIAH CAREY</title><content type='html'>Fantasy (Fantasia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quando você anda por aí todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;Falando doce e todo bonito&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um tipo de agitação interna&lt;br /&gt;Oh querido estou tão na sua&lt;br /&gt;Querido se você apenas soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que passam pela minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Mas é apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce doce fantasia querido&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e me leva&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;É tão profundo em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas é só uma doce doce fantasia querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens do êxtase&lt;br /&gt;Me invadem lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você me hipnotiza&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração bate mais rápido&lt;br /&gt;Quando você toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vezes e vezes repetidamente&lt;br /&gt;Mas é apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce doce fantasia querido&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e me leva&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;É tão profundo em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas é só uma doce doce fantasia querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou no paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Com meu namorado&lt;br /&gt;Meu divertido namorado&lt;br /&gt;Não há começo nem&lt;br /&gt;fim&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se estivesse sonhando mas não estou dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce doce fantasia querido&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e me leva&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;É tão profundo em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas é só uma doce doce fantasia querido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-5664974637730116128?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/5664974637730116128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=5664974637730116128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5664974637730116128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5664974637730116128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantasy-traducao-mariah-carey.html' title='FANTASY (TRADUÇÃO) - MARIAH CAREY'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4332438918721696490</id><published>2009-05-21T11:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:19:43.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPANHE E ÁGUA BENTA - CHARLIE BROWN JR.</title><content type='html'>Atitude a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;sorte a gente tem também&lt;br /&gt;de um jeito ou de outro, pode crer que elas vem&lt;br /&gt;Mas não só pra um rolé, pra muito mais que isso&lt;br /&gt;O que elas querem é aquilo e você tá ligado disso&lt;br /&gt;Vem, vem com tudo, me leva pro seu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Toda Patricinha adora um vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;Se fui pobre não me lembro, se fui rico me roubaram&lt;br /&gt;Meu esporte predileto é o mesmo do Romário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é tipo um filme de Spike Lee&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro, complicado, mal-humorado e violento&lt;br /&gt;Você é bonito, e eu sou feio&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe te ama, mas eu te odeio&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem boca fala o que quer, só não pode ser mané&lt;br /&gt;Coração de vagabundo bate na sola do pé&lt;br /&gt;Zica tem monte, zóião, da até em penca&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomo banho de banheira com champagne e água benta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é bonito, e eu sou feio&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe te ama, mas eu te odeio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim de skate, sou guerreiro do asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Quem fecha comigo, joga a mão pro alto,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim de skate, sou guerreiro do asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Quem fecha comigo, joga a mão pro alto (bem alto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;br /&gt;Não tão complicado demais, mas nem tão simples assim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4332438918721696490?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4332438918721696490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4332438918721696490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4332438918721696490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4332438918721696490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/champanhe-e-agua-benta-charlie-brown-jr.html' title='CHAMPANHE E ÁGUA BENTA - CHARLIE BROWN JR.'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6656741470546327937</id><published>2009-05-21T11:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:19:10.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER (TRADUÇÃO) - LADY GAGA</title><content type='html'>Lá vai ele&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor caminha tão devagar&lt;br /&gt;Tic-tac sexual&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu vou ganhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas você seria meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca iremos tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu, você e...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes em um ménage-a-trois&lt;br /&gt;Ele seria meu?&lt;br /&gt;Ele seria meu?&lt;br /&gt;Você seria meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, ligue a luz&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe não está em casa&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de me deitar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Com esta febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;Agora te pego sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Te causo uma febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai&lt;br /&gt;Você roubou minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Porque, querido&lt;br /&gt;Ni-ni-ninguém sa-sa-sabe&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão ocupados&lt;br /&gt;Me diga que você será meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos para dentro do seu carro&lt;br /&gt;Apenas você, eu e as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Como um ménage-a-trois&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele será meu?&lt;br /&gt;Ele será meu?&lt;br /&gt;Poderia você ser meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, ligue as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Mas sua mãe não está em casa&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de me deitar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Com esta febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;Agora te pego sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Vou te causar uma febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, ligue as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Mas sua mãe não está em casa&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de me deitar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Com esta febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;Agora te pego sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Vou te causar uma febre, febre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Febre, febre, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6656741470546327937?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6656741470546327937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6656741470546327937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6656741470546327937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6656741470546327937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/fever-traducao-lady-gaga.html' title='FEVER (TRADUÇÃO) - LADY GAGA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3089205829256960550</id><published>2009-05-21T11:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:18:40.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL OF MY DREAMS (TRADUÇÃO) - JONAS BROTHERS</title><content type='html'>Garota Dos Meus Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse natal, eu só quero uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;que é o máximo&lt;br /&gt;É melhor do que tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Está frio lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Minhas botas estão cheias de neve&lt;br /&gt;Eu só estou esperando pelo visco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esses presentes debaixo da minha árvore&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esse cachecol maravilhoso que minha avó fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar essas caixas amarradas com uma fita&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que eu quero nesse natal é a garota dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!WooW!Hey!ho ho ho ho ho!Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luzes estão acendendo, é natal&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que aquela garota seja minha&lt;br /&gt;As meias estão cheias mas eu não estou satisfeito (não, não, não, não)&lt;br /&gt;Eu só estou esperando que ela esteja do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esse presentes debaixo da minha árvore&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esse cachecol maravilhoso que minha avó fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar essas caixas amarradas com uma fita&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que eu quero nesse natal é a garota dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa La La La La La La La La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa La La La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esses presentes debaixo da minha árvore&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esse cachecol maravilhoso que minha avó fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudo só para você ver&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo que eu quero nesse natal é a garota dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esses presentes debaixo da minha árvore&lt;br /&gt;Você pode levar esse cachecol maravilhoso que minha avó fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudo só para você ver&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo que eu quero nesse natal é a garota dos meus sonhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3089205829256960550?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3089205829256960550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3089205829256960550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3089205829256960550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3089205829256960550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-of-my-dreams-traducao-jonas.html' title='GIRL OF MY DREAMS (TRADUÇÃO) - JONAS BROTHERS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-14548339596118462</id><published>2009-05-21T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:18:03.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUEGO (TRADUÇÃO) - RBD</title><content type='html'>Fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O calor do meu corpo que se eleva quase sem controle&lt;br /&gt;(Por só te ver)&lt;br /&gt;Começa por minhas mãos e termina em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto sua falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partículas de amor que nadam por meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Pretendem incendiar o gelo do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo de perder o controle&lt;br /&gt;E não espero, para voltar a você&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Você voltará a ser&lt;br /&gt;Como o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que arde lentamente com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pulso se acelera com tua forma de se fixar em mim&lt;br /&gt;(E com o tempo)&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou cansada de te querer só para mim&lt;br /&gt;(Se você está tão perto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partículas de amor que nadam por meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Pretendem incendiar o gelo do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo de perder o controle&lt;br /&gt;E não espero, para voltar a você&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Você voltará a ser&lt;br /&gt;Como o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que arde lentamente com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto fogo em meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que vem de você&lt;br /&gt;E é mais do que pedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo de perder o controle&lt;br /&gt;E não espero, para voltar a você&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Você voltará a ser&lt;br /&gt;Como o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que arde lentamente com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou perdendo o controle&lt;br /&gt;E não espero, para voltar a você&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Você voltará a ser&lt;br /&gt;Como o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que arde lentamente com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt;Meu fogo...&lt;br /&gt;Fogo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-14548339596118462?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/14548339596118462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=14548339596118462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/14548339596118462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/14548339596118462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuego-traducao-rbd.html' title='FUEGO (TRADUÇÃO) - RBD'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1326556555793956036</id><published>2009-05-21T11:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:17:06.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE AND BACK AGAIN (TRADUÇÃO) - CHRIS DAUGHTRY</title><content type='html'>Aproveite, aproveite seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Cheire as rosas, mas roube as videiras.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere pelas mãos do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda suposição e mudar a sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;E brilhe.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está seu momento de brilhar!&lt;br /&gt;Brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanse, meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos, inspire,&lt;br /&gt;E eu o levarei lá e de volta, novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma pergunta mais por que.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou surpreso assim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você esteve&lt;br /&gt;Lá e voltou, novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitua, substitua aquela linha&lt;br /&gt;Aquele falou com você&lt;br /&gt;E não mostrou nenhum sinal de estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Então, você está vivo ou morto?&lt;br /&gt;Você fez uma escolha para ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Ou se prender ao que eles disseram.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, brilhe!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é seu momento para brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Brilhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanse, meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos, inspire,&lt;br /&gt;E eu o levarei lá e de volta, novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma pergunta mais por que.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou surpreso assim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você esteve&lt;br /&gt;Lá e voltou, novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta, novamente. De volta, novamente.&lt;br /&gt;De volta, novamente.De volta, novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanse, meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos, inspire,&lt;br /&gt;E eu o levarei lá e de volta, novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma pergunta mais por que.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou surpreso assim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você esteve&lt;br /&gt;Lá e voltou, novamente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1326556555793956036?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1326556555793956036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1326556555793956036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1326556555793956036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1326556555793956036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-and-back-again-traducao-chris.html' title='THERE AND BACK AGAIN (TRADUÇÃO) - CHRIS DAUGHTRY'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2793596980797886056</id><published>2009-05-21T11:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:16:40.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VOICE WITHIN (TRADUÇÃO) - CHRISTINA AGUILERA</title><content type='html'>Jovem garota, não chore&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei com você quando seu mundo começar a cair&lt;br /&gt;Garotinha, está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Suas lágrimas irão secar, você logo será livre para voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você está salva em seu quarto, você tende a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com um lugar onde nada é mais difícil do que se vê&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca quer ou se importa em explicar&lt;br /&gt;No que uma dor no coração pode trazer ou significar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há mais ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe dentro de você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Como seu mais antigo amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas confie na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Assim você encontrará sua força&lt;br /&gt;Que irá guiar seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se você começar a aprender a confiar na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem garota, não esconda&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca mudará se apenas fugir&lt;br /&gt;Garotinha, apenas aguente firme&lt;br /&gt;E logo você verá seu dia mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora num mundo onde a inocência é rapidamente clamada&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil se manter no chão quando se tem tanto medo&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém estende uma mão para você se segurar&lt;br /&gt;Quando se está perdida por fora olhe dentro de sua alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há mais ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe dentro de você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Como seu mais antigo amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas confie na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Assim você encontrará sua força&lt;br /&gt;Que irá guiar seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se você começar a aprender a confiar na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma jornada&lt;br /&gt;Pode levar você a qualquer lugar que você escolha ir&lt;br /&gt;Contanto que você aprenda&lt;br /&gt;Você vai achar tudo aquilo que você precisará saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seja forte)&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue&lt;br /&gt;(Aguente firme)&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue&lt;br /&gt;Apenas não vá desistindo de você mesma&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode parar você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe disso, estou falando com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há mais ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe dentro de você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Como seu mais antigo amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas confie na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Assim você encontrará sua força&lt;br /&gt;Que irá guiar seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se você comerçar a aprender a confiar na voz de dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem garota, não chore&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei com você quando seu mundo começar a cair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2793596980797886056?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2793596980797886056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2793596980797886056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2793596980797886056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2793596980797886056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/voice-within-traducao-christina.html' title='THE VOICE WITHIN (TRADUÇÃO) - CHRISTINA AGUILERA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7214906239298091333</id><published>2009-05-21T11:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:16:08.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE, HATE, LOVE (TRADUÇÃO) - ALICE IN CHAINS</title><content type='html'>Amor, Ódio, Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei te amar, achei que podia&lt;br /&gt;Tentei ter você, achei que iria&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero arrancar a pele do seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Antes que a verdadeira você desapareça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me disse que eu era o único&lt;br /&gt;Meu pequeno doce anjo, você deveria ter fugido&lt;br /&gt;Mentindo, chorando, ansiando por partir&lt;br /&gt;A inocência criou meu inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganando a mim mesmo, você sabia de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Isto seria bem mais fácil com uma puta&lt;br /&gt;Tente me entender garotinha&lt;br /&gt;Minha paixão doentia sendo o seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido dentro de minha cabeça doentia&lt;br /&gt;Vivo por você mas não estou vivo&lt;br /&gt;Pegue minha mão antes que eu te mate&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te amo, mas, eu ainda queimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, amor, ódio, amor&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, amor, ódio, amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7214906239298091333?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7214906239298091333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7214906239298091333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7214906239298091333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7214906239298091333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-hate-love-traducao-alice-in-chains.html' title='LOVE, HATE, LOVE (TRADUÇÃO) - ALICE IN CHAINS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7681234588192831423</id><published>2009-05-21T11:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:15:46.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CABECINHA NO OMBRO - ALMIR SATER</title><content type='html'>Encosta a sua cabecinha no meu ombro e chora...&lt;br /&gt;E conta logo suas mágoas todas para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora no meu ombro eu juro que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora no meu ombro eu juro que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, eu quero o seu carinho, porquê, eu vivo tão sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a saudade fica ou se ela vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Se ela vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Se ela vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a saudade fica ou se ela vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Se ela vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Se ela vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta a sua cabecinha no meu ombro e chora...&lt;br /&gt;E conta logo suas mágoas todas para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora no meu ombro eu juro que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora no meu ombro eu juro que não vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;No meu ombro chora,&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosta de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7681234588192831423?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7681234588192831423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7681234588192831423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7681234588192831423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7681234588192831423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/cabecinha-no-ombro-almir-sater.html' title='CABECINHA NO OMBRO - ALMIR SATER'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6432544167416378392</id><published>2009-05-21T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:15:20.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU BELONG TO ME (TRADUÇÃO) - BOB DYLAN</title><content type='html'>Veja as Piramides&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do Nilo&lt;br /&gt;Veja o Sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Numa ilha nos tropicos&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lembre querida&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Você pertence a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o mercado&lt;br /&gt;No velho Algiers&lt;br /&gt;Me mande fotografias&lt;br /&gt;E um suvenir&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se lembre&lt;br /&gt;Até seus sonhos aparecerem&lt;br /&gt;Você pertence a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar tão sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Você estará solitária também&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Você estará solitária também&lt;br /&gt;E triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voe sobre o oceano&lt;br /&gt;Em um avião prateado&lt;br /&gt;Veja a selva&lt;br /&gt;Molhada pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se lembre&lt;br /&gt;Até você estar em casa de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ou até eu ir pra casa com você&lt;br /&gt;Você pertence a mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6432544167416378392?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6432544167416378392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6432544167416378392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6432544167416378392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6432544167416378392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-belong-to-me-traducao-bob-dylan.html' title='YOU BELONG TO ME (TRADUÇÃO) - BOB DYLAN'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7923682363230338937</id><published>2009-05-18T10:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:45:41.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A CONSPIRACY - BLACK CROWES</title><content type='html'>Did you ever hear&lt;br /&gt;the one about last year&lt;br /&gt;it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;ain't it funny how the time flies&lt;br /&gt;what we gonna do baby&lt;br /&gt;what is left for us to prove&lt;br /&gt;i've never stolen nothing, not a thing&lt;br /&gt;tried to stay away from this year's&lt;br /&gt;big thing&lt;br /&gt;ain't as easy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;to find a mutual dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;do you know when to freeze or take flight&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me more or less&lt;br /&gt;i got to know-confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;don't neglect me&lt;br /&gt;come be my conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;don't neglect me&lt;br /&gt;come be my conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you get a question about your answer&lt;br /&gt;say try your adam's apple&lt;br /&gt;you talk it try it bite it right&lt;br /&gt;so now you want to fight? ok&lt;br /&gt;let's step outside&lt;br /&gt;i get tradition in addition&lt;br /&gt;my definition it don't hold me back&lt;br /&gt;well what you think about that&lt;br /&gt;what you dont understand&lt;br /&gt;this is a very old land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;do you know when to freeze or take flight&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me more or less&lt;br /&gt;i get to know-confess&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/9036057873619449723-7923682363230338937?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7923682363230338937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7923682363230338937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7923682363230338937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7923682363230338937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/conspiracy-black-crowes.html' title='A CONSPIRACY - BLACK CROWES'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3682651853226100041</id><published>2009-05-18T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:45:17.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDE ON - AMERICA</title><content type='html'>Ride on into the driving rain&lt;br /&gt;Once more follow the trail&lt;br /&gt;Long gone into the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Ride on you must not fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak out carry the message forth&lt;br /&gt;Make time use every day&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to every shining star&lt;br /&gt;Ride on follow the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your journey should end in the promised land&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to speak with a voice loud and true&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalala shalalalala shalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Ride on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride on into the driving rain&lt;br /&gt;Once more seek out the fire&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to every shining star&lt;br /&gt;Ride on you must not tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your journey should end will you understand&lt;br /&gt;What you have learned and what you've been through&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalala shalalalala shalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalala shalalalala shalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3682651853226100041?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3682651853226100041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3682651853226100041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3682651853226100041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3682651853226100041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/ride-on-america.html' title='RIDE ON - AMERICA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6191848105944511770</id><published>2009-05-18T10:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:44:58.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDLY FIRE - PET SHOP BOYS</title><content type='html'>An inspirational tirade against me&lt;br /&gt;How to explain my life?&lt;br /&gt;Girls to the left of me&lt;br /&gt;Boys to the right of me&lt;br /&gt;Neither husband nor wife&lt;br /&gt;Though the days are filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;There is no one who'll explain&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm coming under friendly fire&lt;br /&gt;Shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one&lt;br /&gt;Really no one&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;Why I endure under force majeure&lt;br /&gt;Slander without shame or tact&lt;br /&gt;I, who studied make-up&lt;br /&gt;Mime and Buddha who taught two generations to react&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;The critics lied I ignored them and survived&lt;br /&gt;In spite of coming under friendly fire&lt;br /&gt;Shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing, really nothing to deny&lt;br /&gt;When I look back my eyes are filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;Danger to mascara&lt;br /&gt;Applause to my peers&lt;br /&gt;When fame sustained me and arenas acclaimed me&lt;br /&gt;I floated through life on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Of love and insanity&lt;br /&gt;And pagan profanity&lt;br /&gt;Before a worshipping crowd&lt;br /&gt;Now my status is ill-defined&lt;br /&gt;As an icon I'm inclined to be&lt;br /&gt;Coming under friendly fire&lt;br /&gt;Shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll&lt;br /&gt;But whatever dull or clever points they've scored&lt;br /&gt;I have never, oh no never&lt;br /&gt;Been ignored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6191848105944511770?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6191848105944511770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6191848105944511770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6191848105944511770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6191848105944511770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendly-fire-pet-shop-boys.html' title='FRIENDLY FIRE - PET SHOP BOYS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8777892212824273027</id><published>2009-05-18T10:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:44:36.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL &amp; CONSEQUENCES - STONE SOUR</title><content type='html'>I'm not a victim,&lt;br /&gt;till I let you take me down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a target at the sites of your mercy,&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking now.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this on my own&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hand over what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I've done this for too long,&lt;br /&gt;to let you take it away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to stop me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I refuse to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't weakened just because I've shown myself&lt;br /&gt;I've taken everything, except everything that's forgranted&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave hypocrisy for everybody else&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this on my own&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hand over what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I've done this for too long,&lt;br /&gt;to let you take it away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to stop me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I refuse to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a problem&lt;br /&gt;Until you make one out of spite&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hell and consequences for trying,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want an enemy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this on my own&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hand over what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I've done this for too long,&lt;br /&gt;to let you take it away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to stop me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I refuse to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this on my own&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hand over&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hand over what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I've done this for too long,&lt;br /&gt;to let you take it away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to stop me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I refuse&lt;br /&gt;I refuse…... to die.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8777892212824273027?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8777892212824273027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8777892212824273027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8777892212824273027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8777892212824273027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-consequences-stone-sour.html' title='HELL &amp; CONSEQUENCES - STONE SOUR'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4832240954573907269</id><published>2009-05-18T10:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:43:58.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TU RECUERDO - RICKY MARTIN</title><content type='html'>CORO:&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo sigue aquí, como un aguacero&lt;br /&gt;Rompe fuerte sobre mí, pero a fuego lento&lt;br /&gt;Quema y moja por igual, y ya no sé lo que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso gris, un beso blanco&lt;br /&gt;Todo depende del lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que yo me fui, eso está claro&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu recuerdo no se va&lt;br /&gt;Siento tus labios en las noches de verano&lt;br /&gt;Ahí están, cuidándome en mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;Pero a veces me quieren matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces gris, a veces blanco&lt;br /&gt;Todo depende del lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que tú te fuiste, eso es pasado&lt;br /&gt;Sé que te tengo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo le puse una velita a to's mis santos&lt;br /&gt;Ahí está, pa' que pienses mucho en mí&lt;br /&gt;No dejes de pensar en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Piensa en mí) Es antídoto y veneno al corazón&lt;br /&gt;(Te hace bien) Que quema y moja, que viene y va&lt;br /&gt;(¿Tú donde estás?) Atrapado entre los versos y el adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo sigue aquí&lt;br /&gt;Como aguacero de mayo&lt;br /&gt;Rompe fuerte sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;Y cae tan fuerte que hasta me quema hasta la piel&lt;br /&gt;Quema y moja por igual&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no sé lo que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo sigue aquí&lt;br /&gt;Le lo lay lelo lelo Â…&lt;br /&gt;Rompe fuerte sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;Pero que rompe, rompe, el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Quema y moja por igual, sé que te tengo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo me hace bien y me hace mal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4832240954573907269?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4832240954573907269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4832240954573907269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4832240954573907269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4832240954573907269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-recuerdo-ricky-martin.html' title='TU RECUERDO - RICKY MARTIN'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3311037075826751136</id><published>2009-05-18T10:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:43:38.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SE LO DICES TÚ - ALEJANDRO SANZ</title><content type='html'>Se destapa, me destapa,&lt;br /&gt;Hace un mapa de mi cara&lt;br /&gt;Está dentro de sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;El reproche de su alma.&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta que me diga nada,&lt;br /&gt;Me basta con su mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no la tengo enfrente,&lt;br /&gt;Hago un mapa de su cara,&lt;br /&gt;Está dentro de mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Pero se derrama, se derrama,&lt;br /&gt;Y con su mirada,&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier tormenta soy capaz de hacer un cielo azul,&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando se levante, niña, se lo dices tú,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no descansa su alma&lt;br /&gt;En silencio me transformo&lt;br /&gt;Que no le moleste el mundo&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta que me digan nada&lt;br /&gt;Para arreglar sus alas&lt;br /&gt;Me basta con su mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Serena va en el aire.&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay paz en esta calma,&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que somos dos, para extrañarla.&lt;br /&gt;Y se me derrama&lt;br /&gt;Y con su mirada,&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier tormenta soy capaz de hacer un cielo azul,&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando se levante, niña, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú&lt;br /&gt;Que a mi me falta la fuerza y el coraje, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;Se lo explicas tú, que sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú, se lo dices tú, con tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que a ti qué más te da,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú&lt;br /&gt;PorqueÂ… no me dejes a mí, con ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no encuentro una razón,&lt;br /&gt;Para hablar de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Hace falta una canción,&lt;br /&gt;Que te estoy escribiendo niña,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa es que siempre te hablo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estás más dolida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú&lt;br /&gt;Que a mi me falta la fuerza y el coraje, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;Se lo explicas tú, que sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú, se lo dices tú, con tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que a ti qué más te da,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú&lt;br /&gt;PorqueÂ… no me dejes a mí, con ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a mi me falta la fuerza y el coraje, se lo dices tú,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo explicas tú, que sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú, se lo dices tú,&lt;br /&gt;Con tus ojos que a ti qué más te da,&lt;br /&gt;Se lo dices tú&lt;br /&gt;PorqueÂ… no me dejes a mí, con ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú.&lt;br /&gt;Se lo, se lo dices tú.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3311037075826751136?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3311037075826751136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3311037075826751136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3311037075826751136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3311037075826751136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-lo-dices-tu-alejandro-sanz.html' title='SE LO DICES TÚ - ALEJANDRO SANZ'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7904444049752855944</id><published>2009-05-18T10:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:43:10.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDIA DE MIM - ZECA PAGODINHO</title><content type='html'>Judia de mim, judia&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sou merecedor desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Será que você não notou&lt;br /&gt;É a você que eu adoro&lt;br /&gt;Carrego esse meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sem ressentimento&lt;br /&gt;É, a cana quando é boa&lt;br /&gt;Se conhece pelo nó&lt;br /&gt;Assovio entre os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Um cantiga dolente&lt;br /&gt;Entre cacos e cavacos&lt;br /&gt;Sobrei eu, duro nos cascos&lt;br /&gt;Bem curtido pelo cheiro dos sovacos&lt;br /&gt;Judia de mim...&lt;br /&gt;E quem dança qualquer dança&lt;br /&gt;Na bonança não sabe o que é&lt;br /&gt;Desconhece a esperança&lt;br /&gt;No falso amor leva, fé&lt;br /&gt;Quem de paz se alimenta&lt;br /&gt;Se contenta com migalhas&lt;br /&gt;Não se aflige&lt;br /&gt;E corrige&lt;br /&gt;As próprias falhas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7904444049752855944?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7904444049752855944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7904444049752855944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7904444049752855944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7904444049752855944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/judia-de-mim-zeca-pagodinho.html' title='JUDIA DE MIM - ZECA PAGODINHO'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4618332304967771982</id><published>2009-05-18T10:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:42:52.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COLADINHO - BABADO NOVO</title><content type='html'>Se é pra namorar&lt;br /&gt;É bom com tu, é bom com tu&lt;br /&gt;É bom&lt;br /&gt;Se é pra remexer&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou com tudo, eu vou com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na corda bamba, é no remelexo&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a noite inteira esperando por teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem nesse suingue,&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra balançar&lt;br /&gt;É alegria que embala a galera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coladinho, coladinho, coladinho, Din din din&lt;br /&gt;Coladinho, Din din din&lt;br /&gt;coladinho, Din&lt;br /&gt;Êta dança que faz balançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dedinho na boca&lt;br /&gt;E me deixa louca&lt;br /&gt;Vem, me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;Êta dança que faz balançar (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4618332304967771982?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4618332304967771982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4618332304967771982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4618332304967771982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4618332304967771982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/coladinho-babado-novo.html' title='COLADINHO - BABADO NOVO'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3527946618729718668</id><published>2009-05-18T10:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:42:32.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN - FALL OUT BOY</title><content type='html'>How cruel is the golden rule?&lt;br /&gt;When the lives we lived are only golden-plated&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me&lt;br /&gt;And though I carry karats for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;And all the lovers with no time for me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the mothers raised their babies&lt;br /&gt;To stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)&lt;br /&gt;And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;And all the lovers with no time for me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the mothers raised their babies&lt;br /&gt;To stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray they don't grow up to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3527946618729718668?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3527946618729718668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3527946618729718668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3527946618729718668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3527946618729718668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-fall-out-boy.html' title='GOLDEN - FALL OUT BOY'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6064772477104508527</id><published>2009-05-18T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:42:15.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSING MY GROUND - FERGIE</title><content type='html'>The time is eight four three p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what day it is (The time is)&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? (The time is...the time is)&lt;br /&gt;Is this real? (The, the, the, the time, the time is)&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One]&lt;br /&gt;I woke up short of breath, but I've still got a long day ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what day it is but tell me 'cuz I gotta know who to be&lt;br /&gt;Is that me up in the mirror? 'Cuz I thought it was somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a, a realization, when you find out you don't even wanna look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;Grooooound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two]&lt;br /&gt;Well, hit my feet, it's time to hit the streets&lt;br /&gt;And get my life back together again&lt;br /&gt;Well, this place is all a masquerade&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where in line can I cut in?&lt;br /&gt;Downtown wandering aimlessly around still don't know what I'm tryin' to find&lt;br /&gt;Well you could flash all the pretty lights in front of me, I still wouldn't see the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;Groooound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my&lt;br /&gt;Losing my&lt;br /&gt;Losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go? (Why do I do this to myself?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go back there&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go? (Don't wanna go back there)&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground (Don't wanna go back there)&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now? (Don't wanna go back there)&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;br /&gt;Groooooound&lt;br /&gt;Losing my&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my ground.&lt;br /&gt;The time is eight four three p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6064772477104508527?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6064772477104508527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6064772477104508527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6064772477104508527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6064772477104508527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/losing-my-ground-fergie.html' title='LOSING MY GROUND - FERGIE'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-953231859630582529</id><published>2009-05-18T10:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:41:49.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMES LIKE THESE - FOO FIGHTERS</title><content type='html'>I, I'm a one way motorway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a road that drives away,&lt;br /&gt;Then follows you back home&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm a street light shining,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a white light blinding bright,&lt;br /&gt;Burning off and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You learn to live again,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You give and give again&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You learn to love again,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm a new day rising,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a brand new sky that&lt;br /&gt;Hang the stars upon tonight&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm a little divided,&lt;br /&gt;Do I stay or run away&lt;br /&gt;And leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You learn to live again,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You give and give again&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;You learn to love again,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-953231859630582529?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/953231859630582529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=953231859630582529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/953231859630582529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/953231859630582529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/times-like-these-foo-fighters.html' title='TIMES LIKE THESE - FOO FIGHTERS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-472756454312131211</id><published>2009-05-18T10:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:41:25.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UM SONHO A DOIS - ROUPA NOVA</title><content type='html'>Ela sabe, o jeito de agradar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso brincando no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina com seu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo enfim que eu preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele passa, e o tempo faz parar&lt;br /&gt;Quando fala é música no ar&lt;br /&gt;Me conquista, querendo não querer&lt;br /&gt;Ele é tudo, enfim, que eu preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando bater na porta deixa entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;br /&gt;No mundo da lua, tudo vai ficar&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta, o amor é um caso sério&lt;br /&gt;E tem lá seus mistérios pra contar&lt;br /&gt;Mas você divide, na metade, um desejo no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta, vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pra te convencer&lt;br /&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shananana...Shanananana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe que brinca nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo nos versos que componho&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que estou em suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Ele é tudo que faz bem ao coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-472756454312131211?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/472756454312131211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=472756454312131211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/472756454312131211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/472756454312131211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sonho-dois-roupa-nova.html' title='UM SONHO A DOIS - ROUPA NOVA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2458121285380170087</id><published>2009-05-18T10:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:41:07.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM ON - AEROSMITH</title><content type='html'>Every time that I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;All these lines in my face gettin' clearer&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone&lt;br /&gt;It went by like dusk to dawn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got their dues in life to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Where it comes and where it goes&lt;br /&gt;I know it's everybody's sin&lt;br /&gt;You got to lose to know how to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my life's in books' written pages&lt;br /&gt;Lived and learned from fools and from sages&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Come back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter n' sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;If it's just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter n' sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;If it's just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;Dream until your dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;And dream until your dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter n' sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;If it's just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter n' sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;If it's just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2458121285380170087?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2458121285380170087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2458121285380170087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2458121285380170087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2458121285380170087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-on-aerosmith.html' title='DREAM ON - AEROSMITH'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4008817119264233786</id><published>2009-05-18T10:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:40:48.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AT THE LIBRARY - GREEN DAY</title><content type='html'>Hey there lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you see&lt;br /&gt;But you quickly turn your head away&lt;br /&gt;Try to find the words I could use&lt;br /&gt;Don't have the courage to come up to you&lt;br /&gt;My chance is looking a bit grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting across the room&lt;br /&gt;Are you leaving soon?&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that drives me mad&lt;br /&gt;Girls like you that I never had&lt;br /&gt;What is it about you that I adore?&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;That makes me go so insane&lt;br /&gt;What is it about you that I adore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting across the room&lt;br /&gt;Are you leaving soon?&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little time&lt;br /&gt;What time? wooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to leave so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it happened again&lt;br /&gt;She walked away with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll meet again someday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll meet again someday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll meet again someday.&lt;br /&gt;Someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4008817119264233786?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4008817119264233786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4008817119264233786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4008817119264233786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4008817119264233786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-library-green-day.html' title='AT THE LIBRARY - GREEN DAY'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8213674680221264445</id><published>2009-05-18T10:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:40:27.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK ON - U2</title><content type='html'>"And love is not the easy thing&lt;br /&gt;Is the only baggage that you can bring&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the easy thing&lt;br /&gt;The only baggage you can bring&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can't leave behind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the darkness is to keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off&lt;br /&gt;And if your glass heart should crack&lt;br /&gt;And for a second you turn back&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Walk on! Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;What you got, they can't steal it&lt;br /&gt;No, they can't even feel it&lt;br /&gt;Walk on! Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place&lt;br /&gt;None of us has been&lt;br /&gt;A place that has to be believed to be seen&lt;br /&gt;You could have flown away&lt;br /&gt;A singing bird in an open cage&lt;br /&gt;Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Walk on! Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;What you got, they can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't sell it, or buy it&lt;br /&gt;Walk on! Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;You stay safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;How your heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;You can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on! Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;br /&gt;Hard to know what it is&lt;br /&gt;If you never had one&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;br /&gt;I can't say where it is&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;br /&gt;That's where the hurt is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;And your heart, it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to leave it behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you fashion&lt;br /&gt;All that you make&lt;br /&gt;All that you build&lt;br /&gt;All that you break&lt;br /&gt;All that you measure&lt;br /&gt;All that you feel&lt;br /&gt;All this you can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;All that you reason, it's only time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never fill up all I find&lt;br /&gt;All that you sense&lt;br /&gt;All that you scheme&lt;br /&gt;All you dress-up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've seen&lt;br /&gt;All you create&lt;br /&gt;All that you wreck&lt;br /&gt;All that you hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8213674680221264445?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8213674680221264445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8213674680221264445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8213674680221264445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8213674680221264445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-on-u2.html' title='WALK ON - U2'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7093601820305170008</id><published>2009-05-18T10:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:40:08.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER - THE BEATLES</title><content type='html'>Let me take you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to get hung about&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is easy with eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding all you see&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to be someone&lt;br /&gt;But it all works out&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to get hung about&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one I think is in my tree&lt;br /&gt;I mean it must be high or low&lt;br /&gt;That is you can't you know tune in&lt;br /&gt;But it's all right&lt;br /&gt;That is I think it's not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I buried Paul!)&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to get hung about&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, no, sometimes, think it's me&lt;br /&gt;But you know I know when it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;I think, er, no I mean, er, yes&lt;br /&gt;But it's all so wrong&lt;br /&gt;That is I think I disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to get hung about&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7093601820305170008?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7093601820305170008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7093601820305170008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7093601820305170008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7093601820305170008'/><link rel='alternate' 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any colour I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted was love&lt;br /&gt;But you never looked hard enough&lt;br /&gt;it's never gonna give itself up&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Living in perfect symmetry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as down or old as us&lt;br /&gt;as us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Not painted right&lt;br /&gt;You see no meaning to your life&lt;br /&gt;You should try&lt;br /&gt;You should try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you ever wanted was love&lt;br /&gt;but you never looked hard enough&lt;br /&gt;it's never gonna give itself up&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Living in perfect symmetry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as down or old as us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you wanna see it come soon&lt;br /&gt;Floating in a big white balloon&lt;br /&gt;Or given on your own silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna see it come down&lt;br /&gt;There for throwing your arms around&lt;br /&gt;And say "you're not a moment too soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel low&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;But I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-5025831264145944175?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/5025831264145944175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=5025831264145944175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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que eu sentia vai passar&lt;br /&gt;As folhas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia o vento vai levar&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos só verão que tudo poderá mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria pra escrever um livro&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse contar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que passei antes de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Pego sua mão e peço pra me escutar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar me diz que você quer me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pra eu ficar do teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você me chora dores de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo&lt;br /&gt;E nessa novela eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando em cada riso teu&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira&lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-5201408675140004742?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7860886184353274826</id><published>2009-05-18T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:35:24.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JEITO DE MATO - ALMIR SATER</title><content type='html'>De onde é que vem esses olhos tão tristes?&lt;br /&gt;Vem da campina onde o sol se deita&lt;br /&gt;Do regalo de terra que teu dorso ajeita&lt;br /&gt;E dorme serena, no sereno e sonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde é que salta essa voz tão risonha?&lt;br /&gt;Da chuva que teima, mas o céu rejeita&lt;br /&gt;Do mato, do medo, da perda tristonha&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que o sol resgata, arde e deleita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma estrada de pedra que passa na fazenda&lt;br /&gt;É teu destino, é tua senda onde nascem com as canções&lt;br /&gt;As tempestades do tempo que marcam tua história,&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que queima na memória e acende os corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, dos teus pés na terra nascem flores&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz macia aplaca as dores&lt;br /&gt;E espalha cores vivas pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, dos teus olhos saem cachoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Sete lagoas, mel e brincadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Espumas, ondas, águas do teu mar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, Elaia ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7860886184353274826?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7860886184353274826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7860886184353274826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;São pensamentos soltos&lt;br /&gt;Traduzidos em palavras&lt;br /&gt;Prá que você possa entender&lt;br /&gt;O que eu também não entendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é ter que ter&lt;br /&gt;Sempre certeza&lt;br /&gt;É aceitar que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;É perfeito prá ninguém&lt;br /&gt;É poder ser você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E não precisar fingir&lt;br /&gt;É tentar esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E não conseguir fugir, fugir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;br /&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém&lt;br /&gt;É por você que fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você eu posso ser&lt;br /&gt;Até eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que você vai entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Desenho em nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Posso contar meus pesadelos&lt;br /&gt;E até minhas coisas fúteis&lt;br /&gt;Posso tirar a tua roupa&lt;br /&gt;Posso fazer o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Posso perder o juízo&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu também não sei&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, será que amar&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Se isso não é amor&lt;br /&gt;O que mais pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;Tô aprendendo também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;br /&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém&lt;br /&gt;É por você que fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você eu posso ser&lt;br /&gt;Até eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que você vai entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Desenho em nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Posso contar meus pesadelos&lt;br /&gt;E até minhas coisas fúteis&lt;br /&gt;Posso tirar a tua roupa&lt;br /&gt;Posso fazer o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Posso perder o juízo&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu também não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, será que amar&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Se isso não é amor&lt;br /&gt;O que mais pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;Estou aprendendo também...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2118525765743720282?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2118525765743720282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2118525765743720282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2118525765743720282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2118525765743720282'/><link rel='alternate' 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cansado estou&lt;br /&gt;e fraco a esperar&lt;br /&gt;que Tua doce voz venha o meu sono despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Manda Teu espírito e vem me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de Ti aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pra me consolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Você faz o mar se acalmar&lt;br /&gt;E traz paz iluminando o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sabes ouvir as dores do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E persistir em esquecer os meus lamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em Você&lt;br /&gt;Encontro meu alento&lt;br /&gt;Estendo as minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;E Te entrego os meus sentimentos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8465641329962952794?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8465641329962952794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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rasguei as fotos mas em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Guardo cópias do seu beijo e solidão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7099764214222055965?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7099764214222055965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7099764214222055965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7099764214222055965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7099764214222055965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we started fighting,&lt;br /&gt;every night we fell in love&lt;br /&gt;No one else could make me sadder,&lt;br /&gt;but no one else could lift me high above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was doing,&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly, we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I cannot find her&lt;br /&gt;But when I do, we'll get a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don't care if I lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm already cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don't care if I lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm already cursed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8096741445425110150?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1232378709711301091</id><published>2009-05-18T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:33:00.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUTILMENTE - SKANK</title><content type='html'>E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver fogo&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente se encaixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti&lt;div 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SKANK'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7140337625698941551</id><published>2009-05-18T10:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:31:50.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM BOOM POW - BLACK EYED PEAS</title><content type='html'>Gotta get that&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get that&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get that&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get that that that that that&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom (gotta get that) (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will.i.am)&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;I got the hit that beat the block&lt;br /&gt;You can get that bass overload&lt;br /&gt;I got the that rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;The future flow&lt;br /&gt;That digital spit Next level visual shit&lt;br /&gt;I got the boom boom boom How the beat bang&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fergie)&lt;br /&gt;I like that boom boom pow&lt;br /&gt;Them chicken jockin' my style&lt;br /&gt;They try copy my swagger&lt;br /&gt;I'm on that next shit now&lt;br /&gt;I''m so 3008&lt;br /&gt;Your so 2000 and late&lt;br /&gt;I got the boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;The future boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Let me get it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom (gotta get that) (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taboo)&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the supersonic boom&lt;br /&gt;Y'all hear the space shit zoom&lt;br /&gt;When when I step inside the room them girls go apeshit (uh)&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck on super ape shit&lt;br /&gt;That low figh stumper aint big&lt;br /&gt;Im on that H D flat&lt;br /&gt;The bet go boom boom pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a beast when you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Into the future cyber-trone&lt;br /&gt;Harder, faster, better, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Sexy ladies extra longer, cuz&lt;br /&gt;We got the beat bounce&lt;br /&gt;We got the beat bang&lt;br /&gt;We got the beat that 808 away the boom boom on your town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fergie)&lt;br /&gt;People in the place&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna get down&lt;br /&gt;put your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;Will.i.am drop the beat now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will.i.am)&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep&lt;br /&gt;I be rockin' the beats Yep yep&lt;br /&gt;I be rockin' the beats Yep yep&lt;br /&gt;Here we go Here we go Satellite radio&lt;br /&gt;Y'all getting hit with boom (boom)&lt;br /&gt;Beats so big I'm steppin on leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Shitin' on y'all you with the boom (boom)&lt;br /&gt;Shitin' on y'all you with the boom (boom)&lt;br /&gt;Shitin' on y'all you with the This beat be bumpin' bumpin'&lt;br /&gt;This beat go boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the beat rock (x3)&lt;br /&gt;This beat be bumpin' bumpin'&lt;br /&gt;This beat go boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fergie)&lt;br /&gt;I like that boom boom pow&lt;br /&gt;Them chicken jockin' my style&lt;br /&gt;They try copy my swagger&lt;br /&gt;I'm on that next shit now&lt;br /&gt;I'm so 3008&lt;br /&gt;Your so 2000 and late&lt;br /&gt;I got the boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;The future boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Let me get it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom (gotta get that) (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7140337625698941551?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7140337625698941551/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3662749152323605145</id><published>2009-05-18T10:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:30:57.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEOREMA DE CARLÃO - PEDRA LETÍCIA</title><content type='html'>Ei, você ai&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai mudar sua vida, então&lt;br /&gt;Tente me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu melhorei pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Com o teorema de Carlão&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou passar para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 4 horas da manhã de sexta&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem quem pegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te dar uma dica, seu besta&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pra lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E veja aquela moça&lt;br /&gt;Aquela bem baranga&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz: "pobrema"&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem bigode&lt;br /&gt;E sem falar na pança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente entender&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ser feliz como você&lt;br /&gt;Ela também tem coração&lt;br /&gt;Então faça uma boa ação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma baranga&lt;br /&gt;Diga que a ama&lt;br /&gt;Chama pra assistir DVD&lt;br /&gt;Detona a Juliana Paes&lt;br /&gt;Critica a Aline Morais&lt;br /&gt;Declama: "Eu prefiro você!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não importa se ela é pesada&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que carregar&lt;br /&gt;Até o quarto sobe pela escada&lt;br /&gt;Depois você toma um ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E veja aquela moça&lt;br /&gt;Aquela bem baranga&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz pobrema&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem bigode&lt;br /&gt;Mas você a ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você entendeu&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ser feliz como você&lt;br /&gt;Agora num só coração&lt;br /&gt;E só faça uma boa ação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma baranga&lt;br /&gt;Diga que a ama&lt;br /&gt;Chama pra subir ao altar&lt;br /&gt;E olha bem que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Quando a beija uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma baranga&lt;br /&gt;Diga que a ama&lt;br /&gt;Chama pra assistir DVD&lt;br /&gt;Detona a Juliana Paes&lt;br /&gt;Critica a Aline Morais&lt;br /&gt;Declame: "Eu prefiro você!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma baranga&lt;br /&gt;Diga que a ama&lt;br /&gt;Chama pra subir ao altar&lt;br /&gt;E olha bem que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Quando a beija uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;No céu você guardou seu lugar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3662749152323605145?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3662749152323605145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4282832163061909935</id><published>2009-05-18T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:30:20.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAS AS RUAS DO AMOR - FLOR DE LIS</title><content type='html'>Se sou tinta&lt;br /&gt;Tu és tela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou chuva&lt;br /&gt;És aguarela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou sal&lt;br /&gt;És branca areia&lt;br /&gt;Se sou mar&lt;br /&gt;És maré cheia&lt;br /&gt;Se sou céu&lt;br /&gt;És nuvem nele&lt;br /&gt;Se sou estrela&lt;br /&gt;És de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Se sou noite&lt;br /&gt;És luz para ela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou dia&lt;br /&gt;És o luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a voz&lt;br /&gt;Do coração&lt;br /&gt;Numa carta&lt;br /&gt;Aberta ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou o espelho&lt;br /&gt;D’emoção&lt;br /&gt;Do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou um todo&lt;br /&gt;Num instante&lt;br /&gt;Corpo dado&lt;br /&gt;Em jeito amante&lt;br /&gt;Sou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que não passa&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija o mar&lt;br /&gt;O vento e a lua&lt;br /&gt;Sou um sol&lt;br /&gt;Em neve nua&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as ruas&lt;br /&gt;Do amor&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu&lt;br /&gt;E eu serei tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou tinta&lt;br /&gt;Tu és tela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou chuva&lt;br /&gt;És aguarela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou sal&lt;br /&gt;És branca areia&lt;br /&gt;Se sou mar&lt;br /&gt;És maré cheia&lt;br /&gt;Se sou céu&lt;br /&gt;És nuvem nele&lt;br /&gt;Se sou estrela&lt;br /&gt;És de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Se sou noite&lt;br /&gt;És luz para ela&lt;br /&gt;Se sou dia&lt;br /&gt;És o luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija o mar&lt;br /&gt;O vento e a lua&lt;br /&gt;Sou um sol&lt;br /&gt;Em neve nua&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as ruas&lt;br /&gt;Do amor&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu&lt;br /&gt;E eu serei tua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LIS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3734396166933006156</id><published>2009-05-13T10:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:09:57.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK LODGE - ANTHRAX</title><content type='html'>Worship the ground you barely walk on&lt;br /&gt;You give of yourself but your angels are gone&lt;br /&gt;Deny your body is screaming&lt;br /&gt;But your heart and your soul they're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep is a godsend&lt;br /&gt;Until your demons appear again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a witness to your demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest secret is one you can't keep&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your head if you're only asleep&lt;br /&gt;You try to hold onto reason&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see that you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;My love for you knows no distance&lt;br /&gt;But it can't fight your resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a witness to your demise&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who saw through the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing you can't give&lt;br /&gt;Take me to&lt;br /&gt;The black lodge where you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deny your body is screaming&lt;br /&gt;But your heart and your soul they're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall alseep is a godsend&lt;br /&gt;Until your demons appear again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a witness to your demise&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who saw through the lies&lt;br /&gt;My love has always been blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3734396166933006156?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3620934593268273286</id><published>2009-05-13T10:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:09:38.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST - LINKIN PARK</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was missing.&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared,&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one else care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear.&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And, don't resent me,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory,&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of taking my beating.&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I'd made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory,&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending,&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come&lt;br /&gt;And save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory,&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending,&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are...&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3620934593268273286?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7775940957309748354</id><published>2009-05-13T10:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:09:14.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT ROUND - FLO RIDA</title><content type='html'>You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Kesha&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Hopped out of that house with my swagger&lt;br /&gt;Hop in that with girl, I got places to go!&lt;br /&gt;People to see, time is precious&lt;br /&gt;I look at my crowd and they out of control&lt;br /&gt;Just like my mind where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes&lt;br /&gt;No stoppin now, my parolees on role&lt;br /&gt;I like my jewelry, that's always on gold&lt;br /&gt;I know the storm is comin&lt;br /&gt;my pockets keep tellin me it's gonna shower&lt;br /&gt;Call up my homies that's home&lt;br /&gt;Then pop in the night cuz it's meant to be ours&lt;br /&gt;We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin&lt;br /&gt;it's platinum patron that be ours&lt;br /&gt;Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Kesha&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the pole I watch her go down&lt;br /&gt;She got me throwin my money around&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found&lt;br /&gt;It's goin down down.&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the pole I watch her go down&lt;br /&gt;She got me throwin my money around&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found&lt;br /&gt;It's goin down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Shawty must know I'm not playin&lt;br /&gt;My money love her like a numba one fan&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans&lt;br /&gt;My Benjamin Franklins&lt;br /&gt;A couple of grands, I got rubber bands&lt;br /&gt;My paper planes makin a dance&lt;br /&gt;Get dirty all night, that's part of my thing&lt;br /&gt;Keep building castles that's made out of sand&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing, the fire blazing&lt;br /&gt;Hotter than ....&lt;br /&gt;Girl won't you move a lil closer?&lt;br /&gt;Time to get paid, it's maximum wage&lt;br /&gt;That body belong on a poster&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a daze, that bottom is wavin' at me&lt;br /&gt;Like damn it I know you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show like a gun out of holster&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whatever and I'll be your roper ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Kesha&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the pole I watch her go down&lt;br /&gt;She got me throwin my money around&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found&lt;br /&gt;It's goin down down&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the pole I watch her go down&lt;br /&gt;She got me throwin my money around&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin more beautiful to be found&lt;br /&gt;It's goin down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;I'm spendin my money&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of control&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;She's takin my bank roll.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm king of the club&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wearin the crown&lt;br /&gt;Poppin these bottles&lt;br /&gt;Touchin these models&lt;br /&gt;Watchin they asses go down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Kesha&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;Kesha&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;br /&gt;When you go down, when you go down down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7775940957309748354?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7775940957309748354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7775940957309748354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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all those times you stood by me.&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see.&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life.&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right.&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true.&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you I'll be forever thankful baby.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up.&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through, though it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up when I couldn't reach.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I'm Because you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall.&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much, but I know this much is true.&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up when I couldn´t reach.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith ´coz you believed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am Because you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me.&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life.&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth.&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up when I couldn't reach.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith ´coz you believed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am Because you loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2412141595453174173?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2412141595453174173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2412141595453174173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2412141595453174173'/><link rel='self' 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esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te tenho eu me sinto tão bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez sentir de novo o que eu&lt;br /&gt;Já não me importava mais&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te invado de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Você conforta a minha dor com atenção&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu durmo no seu colo&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz sentir de novo&lt;br /&gt;O que eu já não sentia mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Não faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Não faz sentido não mudar&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz, você me faz tão bem&lt;div 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DETONAUTAS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6274271550286689108</id><published>2009-05-13T10:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:08:12.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FAR AWAY - NICKELBACK</title><content type='html'>This time, this place,&lt;br /&gt;Misused, mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance, just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;If anything give I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away (So far away)&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away (So far away)&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe and hold onto me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it hold onto me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing cause I'm not leavin'you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it hold onto me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing hold onto me and never let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6274271550286689108?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6274271550286689108/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-632038556710336244</id><published>2009-05-13T10:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:07:51.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MASTERPLAN - OASIS</title><content type='html'>Take the time to make some sense&lt;br /&gt;Of what you want to say&lt;br /&gt;And cast your words away upon the waves&lt;br /&gt;Sail them home with acquiesce&lt;br /&gt;On a ship of hope today&lt;br /&gt;And as they land upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;Tell them not to fear no more&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then dance if you want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Please brother take a chance&lt;br /&gt;You know they're gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Which way they wanna go&lt;br /&gt;All we know is that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;How it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Please brother let it be&lt;br /&gt;Life on the other hand won't make us understand&lt;br /&gt;We're all part of the masterplan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to make&lt;br /&gt;The best of all the things that come our way&lt;br /&gt;Coz everything that's been has past&lt;br /&gt;The answer's in the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;There's four and twenty million doors&lt;br /&gt;On life's endless corridor&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;And they..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will dance if they want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Please brother take a chance&lt;br /&gt;You know they're gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Which way they wanna go&lt;br /&gt;All we know is that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;How it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Please brother let it be&lt;br /&gt;Life on the other hand won't make you understand&lt;br /&gt;We're all part of the masterplan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-632038556710336244?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/632038556710336244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=632038556710336244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/632038556710336244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/632038556710336244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/masterplan-oasis.html' title='THE MASTERPLAN - OASIS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2463052598468230450</id><published>2009-05-13T10:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:07:34.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH YOU WERE HERE - PINK FLOYD</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;Did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2463052598468230450?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2463052598468230450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2463052598468230450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1909825750634437527?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1909825750634437527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1909825750634437527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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OASIS</title><content type='html'>Cold and frosty morning&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;Say what you say&lt;br /&gt;But say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day... in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need more time, yes I need more time&lt;br /&gt;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;About the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be there when you're...&lt;br /&gt;Coming down&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Say what you say&lt;br /&gt;But say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day... in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need more time, yes I need more time&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;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;'Cause I need more time, yes I need more time&lt;br /&gt;Just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Say what you say&lt;br /&gt;But say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day... in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need more time, yes I need more time&lt;br /&gt;Just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need more time just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;Yes I need more time just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&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/9036057873619449723-5666435253106614373?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/5666435253106614373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=5666435253106614373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5666435253106614373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/5666435253106614373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Se você vier comigo aí nós vamos adiante&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça erguida,e mantendo a fé em Deus&lt;br /&gt;O seu dia mais feliz vai ser o mesmo que o meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida me ensinou a nunca desistir&lt;br /&gt;Nem ganhar, nem perder mas procurar evoluir&lt;br /&gt;Podem me tirar tudo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Só não podem me tirar as coisas boas que eu já fiz pra quem eu amo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sou feliz e canto e o universo é uma canção eu vou que vou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias, nossas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Dias de luta, dias de glória (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh minha gata, morada dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, se pudesse eu ia estar com você&lt;br /&gt;Já te via muito antes nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei a vida inteira por alguém como você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto minha vida com orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Com melodia, alegria e barulho&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou feliz e rodo pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou correria mas também sou vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje dou valor de verdade, pra minha saúde, pra minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Que bom te encontrar nesta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Esse brilho intenso me lembra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias, nossas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Dias de luta, dias de glória (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou feliz, acordei com o pé direito&lt;br /&gt;E vou fazer de novo, vou fazer muito bem feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintonia,&lt;br /&gt;telepatia,&lt;br /&gt;comunicação pelo cortéx&lt;br /&gt;Bum,Bye-Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-492477930758083859?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/492477930758083859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8260829691795880200</id><published>2009-05-13T10:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:05:59.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAZÓN PARTIÓ - ALEJANDRO SANZ</title><content type='html'>Tiritas pra este corazón partío. (tirititando de frio)&lt;br /&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío, (pa este corazón)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo ves, que no hay dos sin tres,&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida va y viene y que no se detiene...&lt;br /&gt;Y, qué sé yo&lt;br /&gt;Pero miénteme aunque sea dime que algo queda&lt;br /&gt;Entre nosotros dos, que en tu habitación&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sale el sol, no existe el tiempo ni el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévame si quieres a perder, a ningún destino, sin ningún por qué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo sé, que corazón que no ve,&lt;br /&gt;Es corazón que no siente,&lt;br /&gt;El corazón que te miente amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, sabes que en lo más profundo de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;Sigue aquel dolor por creer en ti,&lt;br /&gt;¿qué fue de la ilusión y de lo bello que es vivir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para qué me curaste cuando estaba herido,&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy me dejas de nuevo con el corazón partío?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar sus emociones?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a pedir que nunca le abandone?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me tapará esta noche si hace frío?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién llenará de primaveras este enero,&lt;br /&gt;Y bajará la luna para que juguemos?&lt;br /&gt;Dime, si tú te vas, dime cariño mío,&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío. (pa este corazón partio)&lt;br /&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío. (pa este corazón)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar solamente aquello que te sobra,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fue compartir, sino dar limosna, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Si no lo sabes tú, te lo digo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Después de la tormenta siempre llega la calma,&lt;br /&gt;Pero, sé que después de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Después de ti no hay nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para qué me curaste cuando estaba herío,&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy me dejas de nuevo con el corazón partío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar sus emociones?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a pedir que nunca le abandone?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me tapará esta noche si hace frío?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién llenará de primaveras este enero,&lt;br /&gt;Y bajará la luna para que juguemos?&lt;br /&gt;Dime, si tú te vas, dime cariño mío,&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SANZ'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3845479338245024606</id><published>2009-05-13T10:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:05:13.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SE - DJAVAN</title><content type='html'>Você disse que não sabe se não&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não tem certeza que sim&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é assim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa vir do coração&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Você diz só que vive pensando em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Se é assim&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que largar a mão do não&lt;br /&gt;Soltar essa louca, arder de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não há como doer pra decidir&lt;br /&gt;Só dizer sim ou não&lt;br /&gt;Mas você adora um se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu levo a sério mas você disfarça&lt;br /&gt;Você me diz à beça e eu nessa de horror&lt;br /&gt;E me remete ao frio que vem lá do sul&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em zero a zero e eu quero um a um&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá o que te dá, não quer meu calor&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge por favor me empresta o dragão&lt;br /&gt;Mais fácil aprender japonês em braile&lt;br /&gt;Do que você decidir se dá ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3845479338245024606?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3845479338245024606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3845479338245024606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;And sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7199227036842116672?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7199227036842116672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3507326812060925186</id><published>2009-05-13T10:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:04:37.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A SUA - MARISA MONTE</title><content type='html'>Eu só quero que você saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Agora e sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você ouça&lt;br /&gt;A canção que eu fiz pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;E que eu te quero sempre em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde for não quero dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomo conta de você&lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você caiba&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você siga&lt;br /&gt;Para onde quiser&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não vou ficar muito atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde for não quero dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomo conta de você&lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;br /&gt;E que eu te quero livre também&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3507326812060925186?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3507326812060925186/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3247808425125335485</id><published>2009-05-13T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:04:22.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBER - PINK</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest&lt;br /&gt;Or the girl who never wants to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be there callin' at 4 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh the sun is blinding&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up again&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, I am finding&lt;br /&gt;That that's not the way I want my story to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're my protection&lt;br /&gt;So how do I feel this good sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;The quiet scares me cause it screams the truth&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that we had that conversation&lt;br /&gt;I won't remember, save your breath, 'cos what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, the night is calling?&lt;br /&gt;And it whispers to me softly come and play&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, I am falling&lt;br /&gt;And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for myself&lt;br /&gt;Sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round&lt;br /&gt;Looking for myself&lt;br /&gt;Sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's good, then it's good, it's so good till it goes bad&lt;br /&gt;Till you're trying to find the you that you once had&lt;br /&gt;I have heard myself cry, never again&lt;br /&gt;Broken down in agony just trying to find a fit&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober?&lt;br /&gt;(How do I feel this good sober?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PINK'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4951933581089086401</id><published>2009-05-13T10:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:04:06.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IMMORTAL - EVANESCENCE</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4951933581089086401?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4951933581089086401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4951933581089086401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4951933581089086401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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her face&lt;br /&gt;She takes me away to that special place&lt;br /&gt;And if I stared too long&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child o' mine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love o' mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got eyes of the bluest skies&lt;br /&gt;As if they thought of rain&lt;br /&gt;I hate to look into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see an ounce of pain&lt;br /&gt;Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place&lt;br /&gt;Where as a child I'd hide&lt;br /&gt;And pray for the thunder&lt;br /&gt;And the rain&lt;br /&gt;To quietly pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child o' mine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love o' mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Child o' mine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love o' mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Child o' mine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love o' mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go now&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child o' mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ROSES'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6364516189355498625</id><published>2009-05-13T10:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:03:12.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD - NE-YO</title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' wonderin' what she's thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;(Mmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;And now is I'm yellin' over her,&lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening,&lt;br /&gt;(And what's even worse).&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember&lt;br /&gt;why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh)&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love&lt;br /&gt;Like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(Askin' questions&lt;br /&gt;like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(This ain't the way that love&lt;br /&gt;is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;(What happened to workin' it out)&lt;br /&gt;We've falled into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh)&lt;br /&gt;But we won't&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;For nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' to a love&lt;br /&gt;Like what we got&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect, perfect, oh oh).&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can't fuss and we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything&lt;br /&gt;Allright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be...happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6364516189355498625?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6364516189355498625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Tente me ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro alguém (Eu vou mudar)&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro que eu vou ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que te faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;(Alguém que te faz sorrir)&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que vai te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;(Alguém que vai te abraçar)&lt;br /&gt;Quando a escuridão cair&lt;br /&gt;(Quando a escuridão cair)&lt;br /&gt;Quando você precisar&lt;br /&gt;(Quando você precisar)&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que não vai mentir&lt;br /&gt;(De alguém que não vai mentir 'pra você')&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer te magoar&lt;br /&gt;Segundos antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;(Que não quer te magoar)&lt;br /&gt;De mim você vai lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que te faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que vai te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a escuridão cair&lt;br /&gt;Quando você precisar&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que não vai mentir&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer te magoar&lt;br /&gt;Segundos antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;De mim você vai lembrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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FRESNO'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4274898846187911098</id><published>2009-05-13T10:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:02:32.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NA SUA ESTANTE - PITTY</title><content type='html'>Te vejo errando e isso não é pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Exceto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;br /&gt;Você está saindo da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E parece que vai demorar&lt;br /&gt;Se não souber voltar ao menos mande notícias&lt;br /&gt;Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;br /&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar minha dose de você&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se&lt;br /&gt;curam&lt;br /&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4274898846187911098?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4274898846187911098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4274898846187911098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Hopes and dreams are fading away&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt, you'll find away&lt;br /&gt;Live the moment, each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I can not...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me (in front of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to fight for it&lt;br /&gt;Days and years are going so fast&lt;br /&gt;We run set we're full of regrets&lt;br /&gt;Why keep on blaming someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Love and luck are turning their back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see here&lt;br /&gt;It's always been there&lt;br /&gt;People like their simple things&lt;br /&gt;Live the moment, each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I can not...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me (in front of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it there?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right there?&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of you (right in front of you)&lt;br /&gt;This is what you've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;For a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Make it real, make it right now (make it right now, make it right now)&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I can not...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can not see the beauty in front of me (in front of me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3658037435137800071?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3658037435137800071/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2628824456600149638</id><published>2009-05-13T10:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:01:51.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EPITÁFIO - TITÃS</title><content type='html'>Devia ter amado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter chorado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais&lt;br /&gt;E até errado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter aceitado&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas como elas são&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe alegria&lt;br /&gt;E a dor que traz no coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter me importado menos&lt;br /&gt;Com problemas pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter aceitado&lt;br /&gt;A vida como ela é&lt;br /&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza que vier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2628824456600149638?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2628824456600149638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2628824456600149638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2628824456600149638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2628824456600149638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/epitafio-titas.html' title='EPITÁFIO - TITÃS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-797890761337487809</id><published>2009-05-13T10:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:01:33.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REHAB - RIHANNA</title><content type='html'>Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;When we first met I never felt something so strong&lt;br /&gt;You were like my lover and my best friend&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped in one with a ribbon on it&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden you went and left&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to follow&lt;br /&gt;It's like a shot that spun me around&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart's dead&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty and hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like....oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you enter my door&lt;br /&gt;Next time you wanna go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;I should just let you go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm using like I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, ain't it crazy when you're loveswept&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything for the one you love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;It's like you were my favorite drug&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that you was using me&lt;br /&gt;In a different way than I was using you&lt;br /&gt;But now that I know it's not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I feel like....oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you enter my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you wanna go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;I should just let you go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm using like I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake:&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies gimme that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;Now gimme that...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;My ladies gimme that...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;Now gimme that...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohoh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;Oh! You're the reason why I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you enter my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you wanna go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;I should just let you go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm using like I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked into rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check into rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-797890761337487809?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8980924199598426597</id><published>2009-05-13T10:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:01:11.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REHAB - AMY WINEHOUSE</title><content type='html'>They tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I said 'no, no, no'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been black, but when I come back&lt;br /&gt;You'll know-know-know&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got the time&lt;br /&gt;And if my daddy thinks I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;He's tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I won't go-go-go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be at home with Ray&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got seventy days&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can teach me&lt;br /&gt;That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a lot in class&lt;br /&gt;But I know it don't come in a shot glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I said 'no, no, no'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been black, but when I come back&lt;br /&gt;You'll know-know-know&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got the time&lt;br /&gt;And if my daddy thinks I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;He's tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I won't go-go-go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said "why do you think you're here?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "I got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby,&lt;br /&gt;So I always keep a bottle near."&lt;br /&gt;He said "I just think you're depressed,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here, baby, and go rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I said 'no, no, no'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been black, but when I come back&lt;br /&gt;You'll know-know-know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to drink again&lt;br /&gt;I just, ooh, I just need a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spend ten weeks&lt;br /&gt;And have everyone think I'm on the mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just my pride&lt;br /&gt;It's just 'til these tears have dried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I said 'no, no, no'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been black, but when I come back&lt;br /&gt;You'll know-know-know&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got the time&lt;br /&gt;And if my daddy thinks I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;He's tried to make me go to rehab&lt;br /&gt;But I won't go-go-go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8980924199598426597?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8980924199598426597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8980924199598426597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;See the lights see the party the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go&lt;br /&gt;and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you please don't go&lt;br /&gt;and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me they're trying to tell me&lt;br /&gt;how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult but it's real&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;and said&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were both young when I first saw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-9149334559396344687?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/9149334559396344687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=9149334559396344687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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Santo Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Era o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Deixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazenda&lt;br /&gt;Só pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando criança só pensava em ser bandido&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais quando com um tiro de soldado o pai morreu&lt;br /&gt;Era o terror da sertania onde morava&lt;br /&gt;E na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia pra igreja só prá roubar o dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altar&lt;br /&gt;Sentia mesmo que era mesmo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Sentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele queria sair para ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;E as coisas que ele via na televisão&lt;br /&gt;Juntou dinheiro para poder viajar&lt;br /&gt;De escolha própria, escolheu a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comia todas as menininhas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;De tanto brincar de médico, aos doze era professor.&lt;br /&gt;Aos quinze, foi mandado pro o reformatório&lt;br /&gt;Onde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendia como a vida funcionava&lt;br /&gt;Discriminação por causa de sua classe ou sua cor&lt;br /&gt;Ficou cansado de tentar achar resposta&lt;br /&gt;E comprou uma passagem, foi direto a Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinho&lt;br /&gt;E encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falar&lt;br /&gt;E o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem e ia perder a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Mas João foi lhe salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizia ele: "Estou indo pra Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Neste país lugar melhor não há&lt;br /&gt;Estou precisando visitar a minha filha&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E João aceitou sua proposta&lt;br /&gt;E num ônibus entrou no Planalto Central&lt;br /&gt;Ele ficou bestificado com a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Saindo da rodoviária, viu as luzes de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Deus, mas que cidade linda,&lt;br /&gt;No Ano-Novo eu começo a trabalhar"&lt;br /&gt;Cortar madeira, aprendiz de carpinteiro&lt;br /&gt;Ganhava cem mil por mês em Taguatinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta-feira ia pra zona da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Gastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhador&lt;br /&gt;E conhecia muita gente interessante&lt;br /&gt;Até um neto bastardo do seu bisavô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um peruano que vivia na Bolívia&lt;br /&gt;E muitas coisas trazia de lá&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome era Pablo e ele dizia&lt;br /&gt;Que um negócio ele ia começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Santo Cristo até a morte trabalhava&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentar&lt;br /&gt;E ouvia às sete horas o noticiário&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre dizia que o seu ministro ia ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não queria mais conversa&lt;br /&gt;E decidiu que, como Pablo, ele ia se virar&lt;br /&gt;Elaborou mais uma vez seu plano santo&lt;br /&gt;E sem ser crucificado, a plantação foi começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo logo os maluco da cidade souberam da novidade:&lt;br /&gt;"Tem bagulho bom ai!"&lt;br /&gt;E João de Santo Cristo ficou rico&lt;br /&gt;E acabou com todos os traficantes dali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez amigos, freqüentava a Asa Norte&lt;br /&gt;E ia pra festa de rock, pra se libertar&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente&lt;br /&gt;Sob uma má influência dos boyzinho da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Começou a roubar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já no primeiro roubo ele dançou&lt;br /&gt;E pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Violência e estupro do seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;"Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o Santo Cristo era bandido&lt;br /&gt;Destemido e temido no Distrito Federal&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha nenhum medo de polícia&lt;br /&gt;Capitão ou traficante, playboy ou general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando conheceu uma menina&lt;br /&gt;E de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeu&lt;br /&gt;Maria Lúcia era uma menina linda&lt;br /&gt;E o coração dele pra ela o Santo Cristo prometeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele dizia que queria se casar&lt;br /&gt;E carpinteiro ele voltou a ser&lt;br /&gt;"Maria Lúcia pra sempre vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;E um filho com você eu quero ter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa e um dia vem na porta&lt;br /&gt;Um senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mão&lt;br /&gt;E ele faz uma proposta indecorosa&lt;br /&gt;E diz que espera uma resposta, uma resposta do João&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não boto bomba em banca de jornal&lt;br /&gt;Nem em colégio de criança isso eu não faço não&lt;br /&gt;E não protejo general de dez estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que fica atrás da mesa com o cú na mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é melhor senhor sair da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Nunca brinque com um Peixes de ascendente Escorpião"&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar, o velho disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Você perdeu sua vida, meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Essas palavras vão entrar no coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sofrer as conseqüências como um cão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certo&lt;br /&gt;Seu futuro era incerto e ele não foi trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Se embebedou e no meio da bebedeira&lt;br /&gt;Descobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiro&lt;br /&gt;E também tinha dinheiro e queria se armar&lt;br /&gt;Pablo trazia o contrabando da Bolívia&lt;br /&gt;E Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias,&lt;br /&gt;Traficante de renome, apareceu por lá&lt;br /&gt;Ficou sabendo dos planos de Santo Cristo&lt;br /&gt;E decidiu que, com João ele ia acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester-22&lt;br /&gt;E Santo Cristo já sabia atirar&lt;br /&gt;E decidiu usar a arma só depois&lt;br /&gt;Que Jeremias começasse a brigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremias, maconheiro sem-vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Organizou a Rockonha e fez todo mundo dançar&lt;br /&gt;Desvirginava mocinhas inocentes&lt;br /&gt;Se dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casa&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade começou a apertar&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria Lúcia&lt;br /&gt;Já tá em tempo de a gente se casar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando em casa então ele chorou&lt;br /&gt;E pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vez&lt;br /&gt;Com Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casou&lt;br /&gt;E um filho nela ele fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo Cristo era só ódio por dentro&lt;br /&gt;E então o Jeremias pra um duelo ele chamou&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã às duas horas na Ceilândia&lt;br /&gt;Em frente ao lote 14, é pra lá que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você pode escolher as suas armas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu acabo mesmo com você, seu porco traidor&lt;br /&gt;E mato também Maria Lúcia&lt;br /&gt;Aquela menina falsa pra quem jurei o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quando viu o repórter da televisão&lt;br /&gt;Que deu notícia do duelo na TV&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo a hora e o local e a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado então, às duas horas,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o povo sem demora foi lá só para assistir&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que atirava pelas costas&lt;br /&gt;E acertou o Santo Cristo, começou a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o sangue na garganta,&lt;br /&gt;João olhou pras bandeirinhas e pro povo a aplaudir&lt;br /&gt;E olhou pro sorveteiro e pras câmeras e&lt;br /&gt;A gente da TV que filmava tudo ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se lembrou de quando era uma criança&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo o que vivera até ali&lt;br /&gt;E decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança&lt;br /&gt;"Se a via-crucis virou circo, estou aqui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nisso o sol cegou seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceu&lt;br /&gt;Ela trazia a Winchester-22&lt;br /&gt;A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeremias, eu sou homem. coisa que você não é&lt;br /&gt;E não atiro pelas costas não&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra cá filha-da-puta, sem-vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Dá uma olhada no meu sangue e vem sentir o teu perdão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Santo Cristo com a Winchester-22&lt;br /&gt;Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidor&lt;br /&gt;Maria Lúcia se arrependeu depois&lt;br /&gt;E morreu junto com João, seu protetor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o povo declarava que João de Santo Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Era santo porque sabia morrer&lt;br /&gt;E a alta burguesia da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditou na história que eles viram na TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E João não conseguiu o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Quando veio pra Brasília, com o diabo ter&lt;br /&gt;Ele queria era falar pro presidente&lt;br /&gt;Pra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7961931758081058921?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3805039126944524187</id><published>2009-05-13T09:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:59:56.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR PERDIDO - ROSA DE SARON</title><content type='html'>Mesmo se eu pudesse o mundo entender&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas saber&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu falasse pra multidões ouvir&lt;br /&gt;E viessem me aplaudir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo mais teria que me acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento pra vida eu viver&lt;br /&gt;Falasse a língua dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doasse tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Fizesse o que se faz apenas por fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor de nada valeria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor valor nenhum teria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor de nada valeria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor valor nenhum teria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se os ventos parassem ao meu mandar&lt;br /&gt;E a natureza eu calasse&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se a fama estivesse aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;E nela eu me apoiasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo mais teria que me acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento pra vida eu viver&lt;br /&gt;Falasse a língua dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doasse tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Fizesse o que se faz apenas por fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor de nada valeria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor valor nenhum teria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor de nada valeria&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse amor valor nenhum teria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que se faz se esquece do amor&lt;br /&gt;Todos se movem por palavras&lt;br /&gt;Frases roucas que se viu partir&lt;br /&gt;Sem o amor o tudo é nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SARON'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1267327529354053372</id><published>2009-05-13T09:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:59:38.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS MAIS UMA DE AMOR - LULU SANTOS</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;br /&gt;Deixo assim ficar&lt;br /&gt;Subentendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho tão bonito isso&lt;br /&gt;De ser abstrato baby&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é mesmo tão fugaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor pretensão de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;br /&gt;Deixo assim ficar&lt;br /&gt;Subentendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou sobreviver...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa saber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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SANTOS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1238507861874869616</id><published>2009-05-13T09:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:59:18.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA NORMAL - VICTOR E LEO</title><content type='html'>Lareira pra acender&lt;br /&gt;Um céu pra se olhar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo está tranquilo por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Você vai me vencer&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais o que decidir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos lábios todas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Nada dizem&lt;br /&gt;Aos nossos olhos tudo que já vimos&lt;br /&gt;Foi vertigem&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lembro e já me sinto ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;No seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me identifico com você de um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Tão profundo&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai me vencer&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais o que decidir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos lábios todas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Nada dizem&lt;br /&gt;Aos nossos olhos tudo que já vimos&lt;br /&gt;Foi vertigem&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1238507861874869616?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1238507861874869616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6518318227030824630</id><published>2009-05-13T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:59:01.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA LA VIDA - COLDPLAY</title><content type='html'>I used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;br /&gt;Now in the morning I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing&lt;br /&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;br /&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Once you go there was never&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in&lt;br /&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;People couldn't believe what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries wait&lt;br /&gt;For my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6518318227030824630?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6518318227030824630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6518318227030824630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6518318227030824630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6518318227030824630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-la-vida-coldplay.html' title='VIVA LA VIDA - COLDPLAY'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-9199896258037942006</id><published>2009-05-12T10:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:00:35.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN, BEAT AND SCARRED - METALLICA</title><content type='html'>You rise.&lt;br /&gt;You fall.&lt;br /&gt;You're down, then you rise again.&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, down, rise again&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, down, rise again&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through black days&lt;br /&gt;Through black nights&lt;br /&gt;Through pitch black insides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred&lt;br /&gt;But we die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn,&lt;br /&gt;The death,&lt;br /&gt;The fight to the final breath.&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, death, fight, final breath.&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, death, fight, final breath.&lt;br /&gt;What don't kill ya make ya more strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scratch me&lt;br /&gt;They scrape me&lt;br /&gt;They cut and rape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred&lt;br /&gt;But we die hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin'.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding your soul in a hard luck story.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Spilling your blood in the hot sun's glory.&lt;br /&gt;Show your scars.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred&lt;br /&gt;We die hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-9199896258037942006?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/9199896258037942006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=9199896258037942006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/9199896258037942006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/9199896258037942006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-beat-and-scarred-metallica.html' title='BROKEN, BEAT AND SCARRED - METALLICA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2341437016336812435</id><published>2009-05-12T09:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:00:04.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL STAR - NANDO REIS</title><content type='html'>Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você&lt;br /&gt;O sal viria doce para os novos lábios&lt;br /&gt;Colombo procurou as índias mas a terra avistou em você&lt;br /&gt;O som que eu ouço são as gírias do seu vocabulário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é gostar tanto do seu all star azul&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é pensar que o bairro das laranjeiras&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali e entro no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o 12 que é o seu andar não vejo a hora de te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem ficou pra hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho mas já me sinto como um velho amigo seu&lt;br /&gt;Seu all star azul combina com o meu preto de cano alto&lt;br /&gt;Se o homem já pisou na lua, como eu ainda não tenho seu endereço&lt;br /&gt;O tom que eu canto as minhas músicas para a tua voz parece exato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é gostar tanto do seu all star azul&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é pensar que o bairro das laranjeiras&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali e entro no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o 12 que é o seu andar não vejo a hora de te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem ficou pra laranjeiras&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali e entro no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o 12 que é o seu andar não vejo a hora de te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem, ficou pra hoje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2341437016336812435?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2341437016336812435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2341437016336812435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2341437016336812435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2341437016336812435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-star-nando-reis.html' title='ALL STAR - NANDO REIS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-6461914965062587318</id><published>2009-05-12T09:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:59:44.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 MINUTES - MADONNA</title><content type='html'>[Timbaland:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes (Freaky-Freaky) 4 Minutes, Hey! (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;Break down&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Uh&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:]&lt;br /&gt;Come on, boy&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for somebody&lt;br /&gt;To pick up my stroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't waste time&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you want to roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:]&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to speed it up for me&lt;br /&gt;Then take it down slow&lt;br /&gt;There's enough room for both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can handle that&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta show me where it's at&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to go?&lt;br /&gt;(Are you ready to go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna e Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;If you want it&lt;br /&gt;You already got it&lt;br /&gt;If you thought it&lt;br /&gt;It better be what you want&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it&lt;br /&gt;It must be real&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word and&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] Time is waiting&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] We only got 4 minutes to save the world&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] No hesitating&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] Grab a boy,&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] Grab a girl&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] Time is waiting&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] We only got 4 minutes to save the world&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] No hesitating&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] We only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] Keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, uh&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] You gotta get in line, hop&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] That's right, keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, uh&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] You gotta get in line, hop&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a your intervention, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can tell that you like it&lt;br /&gt;And that it's good&lt;br /&gt;By the way that you move&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:]&lt;br /&gt;The road to hell&lt;br /&gt;Is paved with good intentions, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;But if I die tonight&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say I did what I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna e Justin:]&lt;br /&gt;If you want it&lt;br /&gt;You already got it&lt;br /&gt;If you thought it&lt;br /&gt;It better be what you want&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it&lt;br /&gt;It must be real&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word and&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] Time is waiting&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] We only got 4 minutes to save the world&lt;br /&gt;[M:] No hesitating&lt;br /&gt;[M:] Grab a boy,&lt;br /&gt;[J:] Grab a girl&lt;br /&gt;[M:] Time is waiting&lt;br /&gt;[J:] We only got 4 minutes to save the world&lt;br /&gt;[M:] No hesitating&lt;br /&gt;[J:] We only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] Keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, uh&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] You gotta get in line, hop&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;[Justin:] That's right, keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, uh&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] You gotta get in line, hop&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland:] Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] (Tick tock tick tock tick tock)&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland:]Yeah, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;[Madonna:] (Tick tock tick tock tick tock)&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland:] I only got 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;To save the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-6461914965062587318?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/6461914965062587318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=6461914965062587318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6461914965062587318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/6461914965062587318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-minutes-madonna.html' title='4 MINUTES - MADONNA'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8636469659696409595</id><published>2009-05-12T09:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:59:20.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIR PSYCHO SEXY - RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS</title><content type='html'>A long, long, long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Before the wind before the snow&lt;br /&gt;Lived a man, lived a man I know&lt;br /&gt;Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sexy that is me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find I need to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;But we love him so&lt;br /&gt;He's a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;But we let him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside the Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Standing there with my hard on bleedin'&lt;br /&gt;There's a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen&lt;br /&gt;Good God no that would be treason&lt;br /&gt;Believe me Eve she gave me good reason&lt;br /&gt;Booty lookin' too good not to be squeezin'&lt;br /&gt;Creamy beaver hotter than a fever&lt;br /&gt;I'm a givin' 'cause she's the receiver&lt;br /&gt;I won't and I don't hang up until I please her&lt;br /&gt;Makin' her feel like an over archiever&lt;br /&gt;I take it away for a minute just to tease her&lt;br /&gt;Then I give it back a little bit deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man that I met one time&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man that left me blind&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man he's the man he's theman&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;But we love him so&lt;br /&gt;He's a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;But we let him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stopped by a lady cop in my automobile&lt;br /&gt;She said get out and spread your legs&lt;br /&gt;And then she tried to cop a feel&lt;br /&gt;That cop she was all dressed in blue&lt;br /&gt;Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;She stuck my butt with her big black stick&lt;br /&gt;I said "What's up?" now suck my dick&lt;br /&gt;Like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb&lt;br /&gt;She whimpered just a little when she felt my hand&lt;br /&gt;On her crotch so very warm&lt;br /&gt;I could feel her getting wet through her uniform&lt;br /&gt;Proppin' her up on the black and white&lt;br /&gt;Unzipped and slipped "Ooo that's tight"&lt;br /&gt;I swaited her like no swat team can&lt;br /&gt;Turned a cherry pie right into jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea I'm the man that you met one time&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea I'm the man that leaves you blind&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man&lt;br /&gt;Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello young woman that I love&lt;br /&gt;Pretty punk rock mamma that I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Hold me naked if you will&lt;br /&gt;In your arms in your legs in your pussy I'd kill&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, to kiss with you, I do miss you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down lay me down lay me down lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down lay me down lay me down lay me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descending waves of graceful pleasure&lt;br /&gt;For your love there is no measure&lt;br /&gt;Her curves they bend with subtle splendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray the funk will make me freak&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I waked&lt;br /&gt;Allow me Lord to rock out naked&lt;br /&gt;Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip&lt;br /&gt;Calling up a little girl with a bull whip&lt;br /&gt;Lickety split go snap "snap"&lt;br /&gt;Girl gettin' off all in my lap&lt;br /&gt;The tallest tree the sweetest sap&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' my ass right of the map&lt;br /&gt;Ooo and it's nice out here&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8636469659696409595?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8636469659696409595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8636469659696409595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8636469659696409595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8636469659696409595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/sir-psycho-sexy-red-hot-chili-peppers.html' title='SIR PSYCHO SEXY - RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2050672999907601974</id><published>2009-05-12T09:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:58:36.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE DEVORO - DJAVAN</title><content type='html'>Teus sinais&lt;br /&gt;Me confundem&lt;br /&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;br /&gt;Mas por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Eu te devoro,&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não me diz exato&lt;br /&gt;Quem tu és&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu te devoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te devoraria&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer preço,&lt;br /&gt;Porque te ignoro,&lt;br /&gt;Te conheço,&lt;br /&gt;Quando chove ou&lt;br /&gt;Quando faz frio,&lt;br /&gt;Noutro plano&lt;br /&gt;Te devoraria&lt;br /&gt;Tal Caetano&lt;br /&gt;A Leonardo DiCaprio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um milagre,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que Deus criou&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em você,&lt;br /&gt;Fez a via-láctea&lt;br /&gt;Fez os Dinossauros,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Fez a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E te deu,&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;Jogado à Solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quero outra vida&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repetir a letra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mesmo é viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra esperar, esperar&lt;br /&gt;Devorar você...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver, viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra esperar você,&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra esperar você,&lt;br /&gt;Quero esperar você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2050672999907601974?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2050672999907601974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2050672999907601974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2050672999907601974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2050672999907601974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-te-devoro-djavan.html' title='EU TE DEVORO - DJAVAN'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-1674693663240822985</id><published>2009-05-12T09:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:58:18.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JADED - AEROSMITH</title><content type='html'>Hey...J J Jaded&lt;br /&gt;You got your mamma's style&lt;br /&gt;But you're yesterday's child to me&lt;br /&gt;So Jaded&lt;br /&gt;You think that's where it's at&lt;br /&gt;But is that where it's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;You're gettin' it all over me&lt;br /&gt;X-rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're so Jaded&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one that jaded you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...Ja Ja Jaded&lt;br /&gt;In all it's misery&lt;br /&gt;It will always be what I love...and hated&lt;br /&gt;And maybe take a ride to the other side&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;We'll slip into the velvet glove&lt;br /&gt;And be jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm so Jaded&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin so complicated&lt;br /&gt;I've had it all up to here&lt;br /&gt;But it's so overrated&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't trade it&lt;br /&gt;Love me Jaded...yeah...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...Ja Ja Jaded&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no baby please&lt;br /&gt;When I'm shootin' the breese with her&lt;br /&gt;When everything you see is a blur&lt;br /&gt;And ecstasy's what you prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm a talkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're so Jaded&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Jaded&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;You're so Jaded&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the one that Jaded you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-1674693663240822985?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/1674693663240822985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=1674693663240822985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1674693663240822985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/1674693663240822985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/jaded-aerosmith.html' title='JADED - AEROSMITH'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-8842038682846685050</id><published>2009-05-12T09:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:57:44.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELA - CLAUDIA LEITTE</title><content type='html'>Janela que mostra o céu&lt;br /&gt;Abelha que vem com o mel, traz meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Se enrosca no meu boréu&lt;br /&gt;Prateia com a luz do céu, traz meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga essa rede pro alto&lt;br /&gt;Se enrosca no meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei o que faço pra te ter&lt;br /&gt;Não vou perder o juízo&lt;br /&gt;Beijar na boca é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Não venha ser meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beija&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome é o que não sai da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Me ame antes que eu enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;Vou morrer de amor, vou morrer de amor...Me beija&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome é o que não sai da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Me ame antes que eu enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;Vou morrer de amor, vou morrer de amor...Me beija&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome é o que não sai da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Me ame antes que eu enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;Vou morrer de amor, vou morrer de amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-8842038682846685050?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/8842038682846685050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=8842038682846685050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8842038682846685050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/8842038682846685050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/janela-claudia-leitte.html' title='JANELA - CLAUDIA LEITTE'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-2977295988128917657</id><published>2009-05-12T09:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:57:25.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE MACHINE - PINK FLOYD</title><content type='html'>Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;It's alright we know where you've been.&lt;br /&gt;You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,&lt;br /&gt;Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.&lt;br /&gt;You brought a guitar to punish your ma,&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't like school, and you&lt;br /&gt;know you're nobody's fool,&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;What did you dream?&lt;br /&gt;It's alright we told you what to dream.&lt;br /&gt;You dreamed of a big star,&lt;br /&gt;He played a mean guitar,&lt;br /&gt;He always ate in the Steak Bar.&lt;br /&gt;He loved to drive in his Jaguar.&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to the Machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-2977295988128917657?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/2977295988128917657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=2977295988128917657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2977295988128917657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/2977295988128917657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-machine-pink-floyd.html' title='WELCOME TO THE MACHINE - PINK FLOYD'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-3794366897579417226</id><published>2009-05-12T09:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:57:06.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOGO EU? - CHICO BUARQUE</title><content type='html'>Essa morena quer me transtornar&lt;br /&gt;Chego em casa, me condena&lt;br /&gt;Me faz fita, me faz cena&lt;br /&gt;Até cansar&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, bom indivíduo&lt;br /&gt;Cumpridor fiel e assíduo&lt;br /&gt;Dos deveres do meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Essa garota de mansinho me conquista&lt;br /&gt;Vai roubando gota a gota&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu sangue de sambista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa menina quer me transformar&lt;br /&gt;Chego em casa, olha de quina&lt;br /&gt;Diz que já me viu na esquina&lt;br /&gt;A namorar&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, bom funcionário&lt;br /&gt;Cumpridor dos meus horários&lt;br /&gt;Um amor quase exemplar&lt;br /&gt;A minha amada&lt;br /&gt;Diz que é pra eu deixar de férias&lt;br /&gt;Pra largar a batucada&lt;br /&gt;E pra pensar em coisas sérias&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer dia&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda vem pedir, aposto&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu deixar a companhia&lt;br /&gt;Dos amigos que mais gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais isso:&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado quando chego&lt;br /&gt;Pego extra no serviço&lt;br /&gt;Quero um pouco de sossego&lt;br /&gt;Mas não contente&lt;br /&gt;Ela me acorda reclamando&lt;br /&gt;Me despacha pro batente&lt;br /&gt;E fica em casa descansando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-3794366897579417226?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/3794366897579417226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=3794366897579417226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3794366897579417226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/3794366897579417226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/logo-eu-chico-buarque.html' title='LOGO EU? - CHICO BUARQUE'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-4591286880096117089</id><published>2009-05-12T09:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:56:42.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TODA FORMA DE PODER - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII</title><content type='html'>Eu presto atenção no que eles dizem, mas eles não dizem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidel e Pinochet tiram sarro de você que não faz nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu começo começo a achar normal que algum&lt;br /&gt;boçal atire bombas na embaixada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah, Uoh, Uoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer tudo que eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda forma de poder é uma forma de morrer por nada.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Toda forma de conduta se trasforma numa luta armada.&lt;br /&gt;(Uoh Uoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história se repete mas a força deixa a história&lt;br /&gt;mal contada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer tudo que eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o fascismo é fascinante deixa a gente ignorante e fascinada.&lt;br /&gt;É tão fácil ir adiante e se esquecer que a coisa toda tá errada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu presto atenção no que eles dizem mas eles não dizem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer tudo que eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer tudo que eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa, talvez você passe por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E me faça esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah Yeah Uoh)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-4591286880096117089?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/4591286880096117089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=4591286880096117089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4591286880096117089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/4591286880096117089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/toda-forma-de-poder-engenheiros-do.html' title='TODA FORMA DE PODER - ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036057873619449723.post-7521643470424715763</id><published>2009-05-12T09:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:56:02.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSE YOURSELF - EMINEM</title><content type='html'>Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;This is everything you ever wantedÂ…One moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy&lt;br /&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready&lt;br /&gt;To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin&lt;br /&gt;What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud&lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now&lt;br /&gt;The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked&lt;br /&gt;He's so mad, but he won't give up that&lt;br /&gt;Is he? No&lt;br /&gt;He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter, he's dope&lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but he's broke&lt;br /&gt;He's so stacked that he knows&lt;br /&gt;When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lab again yo&lt;br /&gt;This whole rap shit&lt;br /&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking&lt;br /&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a new world order&lt;br /&gt;A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar&lt;br /&gt;It only grows harder, only grows hotter&lt;br /&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him&lt;br /&gt;Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter&lt;br /&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows&lt;br /&gt;He's grown farther from home, he's no father&lt;br /&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His bosses don'twant him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the nextschmoe who flows&lt;br /&gt;He nose dove and sold nada&lt;br /&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;Da da dum da dum da da dum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more games, I'm a change what you call rage&lt;br /&gt;Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged&lt;br /&gt;I as playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage&lt;br /&gt;But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher&lt;br /&gt;Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper&lt;br /&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get by with my 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;And I can't provide the right type of life for my family&lt;br /&gt;Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers&lt;br /&gt;And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life&lt;br /&gt;And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus&lt;br /&gt;See dishonor caught up bein a father and a pre madonna&lt;br /&gt;Baby mama drama's screamin on and&lt;br /&gt;Too much for me to wanna&lt;br /&gt;Stay in one spot, another jam or not&lt;br /&gt;He's gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail&lt;br /&gt;I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot&lt;br /&gt;Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow old in Salem's lot&lt;br /&gt;So here I go is my shot.&lt;br /&gt;Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036057873619449723-7521643470424715763?l=qualealetra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/feeds/7521643470424715763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036057873619449723&amp;postID=7521643470424715763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7521643470424715763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036057873619449723/posts/default/7521643470424715763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualealetra.blogspot.com/2009/05/lose-yourself-eminem.html' title='LOSE YOURSELF - EMINEM'/><author><name>editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104409468160104581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
