sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009

eight days and a half


‘All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.’

está quase a chegar, enquanto isso, olho de soslaio para a minha enormérrima mala, à espera de ser aconchegada. não quero. lá terá de ser, é só mais esta.

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