Irene ja me
falava,
ou melhor,
ela
cantarolava ao pé do meu ouvido
a poderosa canção...
“Sometimes I wonder
Where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in?
Make-believing is hard alone
Out here, on my own
We're always proving
Who we are
Always reaching
For that rising star
To guide me far
And shine me home
Out here on my own…
Where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in?
Make-believing is hard alone
Out here, on my own
We're always proving
Who we are
Always reaching
For that rising star
To guide me far
And shine me home
Out here on my own…
Sometimes I wonder
Where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in?
I may not win
But I can't be thrown
Out here on my own
On my own”.
Where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in?
I may not win
But I can't be thrown
Out here on my own
On my own”.
Vou dormir,
pois é o que me resta nesta hora tão maravilhosa!
Vitrola:
Irene Cara – OUT HERE ON MY OWN
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