Counting Crows - "Another Horsedreamer's Blues"
Bem, a casa ficou quase limpa. Deixei a cozinha e a casa de banho a meio, que amanhã também é dia, e pus-me a ouvir um pouco de Counting Crows.
Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win, Perfect Dozen to place
Money is the matter that's been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time
She's tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
Lookin' at a green sky, Sun like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely, scared and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next
She's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
Margie doesn't say anything all the way home
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and
Every race night is shot through with sunlight
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills, careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down
But she's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of...
Trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win, Perfect Dozen to place
Money is the matter that's been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time
She's tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
Lookin' at a green sky, Sun like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely, scared and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next
She's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
Margie doesn't say anything all the way home
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and
Every race night is shot through with sunlight
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills, careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down
But she's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of...
Trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
Margery's dreaming of horses
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