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Composição: Eddie Vedder
The selfish, they're all standing in lineBlackbird singing in the dead of the night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of the night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of the night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arive
You were only waiting for this moment to arive
You were only waiting for this moment to arive.
Alguém já parou para se perguntar sobre a quantidade de perguntas capiciosas as quais somos bombardeados todo dia e nem nos damos conta? Coisas do tipo "é lixo ou não é lixo?"Deixo o assunto em aberto para voltar a escrever outro dia
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