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

da tempestadeAtravés da noite friaAtravés da depressãoApesar

houve um tempo de acreditarQue a justiça iria renovarNossa existência,

MatataÉ lindo Matata, sim vai com seus

now, ladies and gentlemen, a rising star in rock and

When I look back, boy, I must have been greenBopping in

are you going to come down?When are you going

Elton John, A Tribe Called hear electric music (What

holding backYou're hard to readYour a 21st century kindYou're

Patrick your breathing stops, stops, stopsUntil your breathing stops,

your black icy stareOnce cut down, my friendOh, your

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

Nala? Where have you gone!? Please don't do this

a porch swing in tupeloIn the shade of the

all lead such elaborate livesWild ambitions in our sightsHow an

Often these daysAnd always these nightsI find I'm afraidOf the turbulent

Looking back it makes me shiverDon't be scared to kick the

James Taylor---How I Know YouMusic by Elton JohnI grew up in

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth chitter, chatterShe's

have been the right monthMust have been a good