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 Over and over again.

 The Ship Song – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds


Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

(De e para uma amiga. A sintonia é perfeita, porque te devolvo o que me dás. No teu carro e no meu, na tua vida e na minha, a música é sempre igual. Obrigada.)

(E este post lamechas é só porque estou sensível. Não é para habituar.)