desculpa, não tem jeitoÉ mais forte do que euJá foi,

packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour, 9 AMAnd

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

Why's it never light on my lawnWhy does it rain and

carried you in my armsThrough the hotel to our

a high dive arcing out wideInto the crowdOut to

high-flying, high-flying birdMy high-flying, high-flying high-flying birdHas flown

hear it every dayOnce upon a time they sayOnce

Way behind the water holeA little down the line (down the

on Graduation...(TV Static)Did you feel like Jesus?Did you realizeThat you

how about thisA little conversation tonightThinking aloud how we

couldn't take it anymore sonIt was tearing me apartWe're

and you we're not that prettyMe and you could

Dear BillyI must seem a distant memoryWhich is probably a good

I remember when rock was youngMe and Suzie had so much

acho muito apropriadoEu  ser assim santificadoNão  tenho cara de um

have been the right monthMust have been a good

can't light no more of your darknessAll my pictures

MatataÉ lindo matata, sim vai com seus

When the day is doneDown to Earth then sinks the sunAlong