Promessas, Promessas e ainda não vi nada

When you're down on your luck

Aand you just can't cope

When the times are bleak

And the friends are few

Don't turn to me

'Cause I'm no hope

Don't turn to me '

Cause I don't know what to do

Maybe you should have a drink

I don't know why you ever stopped anyway

Oh, it's rough

Baby, to live

Oh, it's hard

Baby, to survive

Everyday lately

My mind feels like glass

Ready to be smashed

Ready to be smashed

Oh well, my best friend

Took a bullet through his eye

First he had a patch

Now he's got a glass eye

One hard, glass eye

He says sometimes he wishes

Both his eyes were glass

Well, it's rough

Baby, to live

And it's hard

Baby, to survive

Everyday lately

My mind feels like glass

Ready to be smashed

I'm ready to be smashed

At times I lock myself up

In my room

Don't come over

While I listen to a record

I stare at the cover

Don't come over

Don't come over

'Cause I'm no hope to you

I'm no hope to you

Smog - "It's rough"

Parabéns. Que continues por aqui, ou quiçã um dia, numa livraria perto de nós. Falta no entanto cumprires as promessas iniciais e pores, no tasco, polaroids tal como vieste ao mundo.

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