A comunicar: pois é, pois é, ontem terá sido a última noite de saída até ao final do ano. Sei que haverão jantares de Natal, etc. Não se se poderei ir (têm de avisar com antecedência para negociar possível folga) a algum... Seja como for, sei que saídas à noite, com bolos, pão, vista sobre a cidade, homens de branco, gritos aquando da saída das raparigas... Tudo isto estará adiado até ao final deste mês. Urge trabalhar e bailar menos. Por isso, puxemos as managas para cima e façamos o resto. Muito obrigado a todas e todo (?) por mais uma noite fantástica. A sério. Obrigado.
Sara, cá está a letra.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT
I think I'm drowning
asphyxiating
I wanna break the spell
that you've created
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
you will be
the death of me
yeah, you will be
the death of me
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
I wanted freedom
but I'm restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted
now that you know I'm trapped
sense of elation
you'll never dream of breaking this fixation
you will squeeze the life out of me
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this
you will suck the life out of me
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this
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