por AM, em 17.11.06
Não sou daqueles tipos que mete baixa no trabalho por tudo e por nada, mas descobri algumas doenças raras que poderão ajudar aqueles que gostam de dar desculpas engraçadas para faltarem ao trabalho.
Aqui vai:
Dor de cabelo
Crise de ansiedade
Rotura parcial da unha do mindinho
Ataque de pânico (esta é a mais fascinante para mim)
A juntar a isto um discurso com o chefe do tipo: "Chefe, passa-se isto assim assim, de maneiras que amanhã não vou poder vir trabalhar"
Meus caros melhor é impossível
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por AM, em 16.11.06
Um novo blog foi criado por mim, pelo Tiago e o Pedro para dar destaque às nossas peripécias sobre o melhor simulador de futebol, o FM.
Vão até ao
www.fmanias.blogspot.com
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por AM, em 02.11.06
You locked up your heart
You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes
You gave it all to someone that
Cannot love you back
Your days are packed
With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got
You waste it all to someone that
Cannot love you back
Someone that cannot love
Love, ain't this enough
You push yourself down
You try to take comfort in words
But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more
You secretly made
Castles of sand that you hide in the shade
But you cannot hold the tides that break them
And you build them all over again
You talk all these words
You make conversations that cannot be heard
How long until you notice that
No one is answering back
Someone that cannot love
Love, ain't this enough
You push yourself down
You try to take comfort in words
But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more
Love, love, ain't this enough
Pushing around
You try to take comfort in words
But words
Well they cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more
Someone that cannot love
Someone that cannot love
Someone that cannot love
Love, ain't this enough
You push yourself down
You try to take comfort in words
But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more
Love, love, ain't this enough
Pushing around
To find little comfort in words
But words
Well they cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more
You know they'll bruise you more
Words they will hurt you more
Words they will hurt you more
Yes they'll bruise you
Someone that cannot love
Someone that cannot love
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