Estamos fechando para balanço. Voltamos qualquer dia desses.oh, my heart can't carry much more it's really really aching and sore my heart don't care anymore I really can't bear more my hands don't work like before I shiver and I scrape at your door my heart can't carry much more but you couldn't care less, could you? your face don't look like before it's really not like yours anymore your eyes don't like me no more they quiver and they shift to the floor my heart don't beat like before it's never been this slow no, my blood don't flow anymore and you couldn't care less, could you? could we stop and sleep for a spell we can turn this ditch into a well and send that old devil back to hell but we really don't care, do we? baby, let's stop and sleep for a spell we can turn this ditch into a well and send that old devil back to hell your back's not straight like before you really shouldn't carry me no more I'm much too heavy for you I'm really quite a mess, yes we just don't care anymore we're crooked and we're cut to the core we're just not there anymore but we really don't care, do we? no, we couldn't care less we couldn't care less, could we?
Greta Garbo, quem diria, foi parar no IrajÃ¡ as 10:15 AM