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segunda-feira, maio 26, 2008

Death cab for cutie 

And it came to me then that every plan
is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
that reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breaths
as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all

And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?

What Sarah said

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