Undertow
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Os Irlandeses têm um sentido de humor apurado... isso eu posso certificar.
E também bebem muita cerveja...Guiness principalmente.
E são um povo excepcional.
E têm uns provérbios que, no mínimo, nos fazem pensar.
Eis um, de muitos, que colocarei por aqui.
" A Nation`s greatest enemy
is the small minds
of it`s small people."
Ah, pois é ...
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Harvest
Did I see you down
in a young girl's town
With your mother in so much pain?
I was almost there
at the top of the stairs
With her screamin' in the rain.
Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys
Though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face
in a lonely place
When you could understand?
Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Will I see you give
more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past
will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
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