It's too late. To fall in love with Sharon Tate. But it's too soon. To ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb. So I think it's time that you all start.
Men coming at me. Knocking at your front door. Would you like to be free?. Would you like to know more?. . Like a good neighbor. He will be there. As long as he gets it.
'Cause I'm a sideshow freak, a long legged geek. Gonna be feeling the flames and feel the heat of my pain. Now I know everybody hates me. Tries to fake me and tries to degrade me.
Where is the reason? Where is the hope?. When all your life you're left hangin' from a rope. Can I be saved? Can I be cut loose?. Arms tied to my side swingin' from this noose.
They gave me a life thats not so easy to live. And then they sent me on my way. I left my love and forgot my dreams. I lost them along the way. . Those little things you say.
Never mind the face you put on in front of me. Never mind the pain you've put me through. Every little thing you say and every little thing you do. Makes me doubt all of this.
I say a sad goodbye. And then I move on. Well baby my heart goes blind whenever you're gone. And I know that you'll come back. And that gets me by. But holding you in my arms.
Whenever the lights go down. That's when she comes alive (Ooh ooh). Maybe it's just something that you can only see in the light (Ooh ooh). A pretty little vixen dancing out on the scene.
Always waiting for something. Searching for one thing. And I know it has to be there somewhere. On this show without knowing. The way this is going. As long as it takes me anywhere.
Looking back at the beginning of this. And how life was. Just you and me loving all of our friends. Living life like an ocean. But now the current's only pulling me down.
How do you know where you're going. When you don't know where you've been?. You hide the shame that you're not showing and you won't let anyone in. A crowded street can be a quiet place when you're walking alone.
Back into your own submission. Back inside your lonely cell. Diseased by your own admission. Holding secrets you can't tell. . And who cares if you live or die.
One time i remember. that you were much better. now you smoke and now you drink. i remember when you used to think. . You lost it your legal. those sweeping comments you.
too many messages multi media sponge. too many to address I guess. you could say I'm out lunch. television tells me what to think.. I don't even realise I know nothing.
If you're bouncin' off the walls and you're jumping off your bed. And you wanna scream the music out that's pumpin in your head. I Can't Hear You! I Can't Hear You!.
Chorus. Close the door and turn the lights low. Take a second take life slow. Listen to the sirens in the night's glow. Insidie my room. . Close your eyes and let time stop.
Flvio Venturini / Murilo Antunes. Montes claros ou ilha do mel. Onde for, hoje eu vou pela trilha do sol. Minha bssola, meu corao. E nas linhas da mo.
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
If you intend to live again. Open your eyes and don't pretend. You're feeling there's nothing worth believing. . God, if you persist you'll die like this.
In the quiet morning. There was much despair. In the hours that followed. No one could repair. . That poor girl. Tossed by the tides of misfortune. Barely here to tell her tale.