french kissin' (beta)

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He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

A habitual tragédia: só sabe fazer-se amar aquele que sabe fazer-se odiar, pela mesma pessoa.

Cesare Pavese, 7 de Dezembro de 1937

(c) FNV

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Quando um homem está no estado em que me encontro, só lhe resta fazer o exame de consciência. Não tenho motivo para repudiar a minha ideia fixa de que tudo o que acontece a um homem é condicionado pelo seu passado; em suma, é merecido. Evidentemente que devo ter feito das boas para ter chegado a este ponto.

Cesare Pavese, 10 de Abril de 1936

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

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