Em homenagem aos norte-americanos que se julgam os xerifes do Universo e a você que acreditou no Obama, aí vai uma boa dica of a twitter friend (@JohnTribe ). Enjoy it!
Go, ROBERT CRAY!
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When you're used up, where do you go
Soldier
Mother dry your eyes, there's no need to cry
I'm not a boy, it's what I signed up for
When you're used up, where do you go
Soldier
I can't take the heat, and I hardly sleep anymore
What'd we come here for
Standing out here in the desert
Trying to protect an oil line
I'd really like to do my job but
This ain't the country that I had in mind
They call this a war on terror
I see a lot of civilians dying
Mothers, sons, fathers and daughters
Not to mention some friends of mine
Some friends of mine
Was supposed to leave last week
Promises they don't keep anymore
Got to fight the rich man's war
When you're used up, where do you go
Soldier
Late in 2004
Comes a knock at the doorIt's no surprise
Mother dry your eyes
Mother don't you cry, no, no
Someone told you a lie
Yes they did, why
Mother don't you cry, oh no
Mother don't you cry
When you're used up, where do you go
Soldier
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Palavras brincantes, nem sempre sisudas. Às vezes, sim. Normalmente, não. No fundo, e no raso, não passa de meu playground. Como playground não é para ser curtido sozinho, todos estão intimados. Um detalhe: este blog não faz a menor questão do novo trambique ortográfico.
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