"Oh, he deals them off, off the top, ties them off.
Fills it up with his past, gets carried away...
Oh, half his life, a hand-me-down, wasted away
Oh, he fills it up with the love of a girl.
Oh, he left it alone, drilled the pain with money to buy.
How he makes his getaway...
How he makes his getaway...
Oh, he chose a path, heavy the fall, quarter to fourFills his mind with the thought of a girl.
How he makes his getaway...
How he makes his getaway...
How he makes his getaway...
Getaway"
"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."
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