sexta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2006

There are no... things!

There are no unlockable doors
There are no unwinable wars
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsignable songs

There are no unbeatable odds
There are no believable gods
There are no unnameable names
Shall I say it again, yeah

There are no impossible dreams
There are no invisible seams
Each night when the day is through
I don't ask much

I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I used to go to bed so high and wired,
I think I'll buy myself some plastic water
I guess I should have married Lennon's daughter,

There are no unachievable goals
There are no unsaveable souls
No legitimate kings or queens, do
you know what I mean? Yeah

There are no indisputable truths
And there ain't no fountain of youth
Each night when the day is through,
I don't ask much

originally by THin Lizzy

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