Sorrow found me when I was young,Sorrow waited, sorrow won.Sorrow that put me on the pills,It’s in my honey it’s in my milk.It’s only about half a heart aloneOn the water,Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.Cause I don’t wanna get over you.I don’t wanna get over you.
Remembering The National’s day.
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“I want to hear drums and my hearts a drum
I guess we never know what to become
Well I didnt know that this was such a problem
It’s gonna get better when we solve them.”
Tinha esquecido de uma das melhores músicas de todos os tempos.
"You must be somewhere in London, you must be lovin’ your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London, walking Abbey Lane…"
You must be somewhere in London, walking Abbey Lane…"
— The National’s England.
