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Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you the bestest&lt;br /&gt;Lean in for a big kiss&lt;br /&gt;Put his favorite perfume on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go play a video game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place on earth with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you like the bad girls&lt;br /&gt;Honey, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever even knew&lt;br /&gt;They say that the world was built for two&lt;br /&gt;Only worth living if somebody is loving you&lt;br /&gt;Baby now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the old bars&lt;br /&gt;Swinging with the old stars&lt;br /&gt;Living for the fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing in the blue dark&lt;br /&gt;Playing pool and wild darts&lt;br /&gt;Video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds me in his big arms&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I am seeing stars&lt;br /&gt;This is all I think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching all our friends fall&lt;br /&gt;In and out of Old Paul's&lt;br /&gt;This is my idea of fun&lt;br /&gt;Playing video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place on earth with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you like the bad girls&lt;br /&gt;Honey, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever even knew&lt;br /&gt;They say that the world was built for two&lt;br /&gt;Only worth living if somebody is loving you&lt;br /&gt;Baby now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place on earth with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you like the bad girls&lt;br /&gt;Honey, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever even knew&lt;br /&gt;They say that the world was built for two&lt;br /&gt;Only worth living if somebody is loving you&lt;br /&gt;Baby now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;(Now you do)&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2754599206418706002?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2754599206418706002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2754599206418706002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3717180011653112388</id><published>2012-02-08T18:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:18:53.637Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vQdKYxh37AQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the bed&lt;br /&gt;Turn down these voices inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with me, tell me no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close, don't patronize&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronize me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your heart feel something it won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark, in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't, no you won't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes, then I won't see&lt;br /&gt;The love you don't feel when you're holdin me&lt;br /&gt;Mornin will come and I'll do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Just give me till then to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;And I will give up this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your heart feel something it won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark, in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't, no you won't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3717180011653112388?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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segundo o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num ar que te deu&lt;br /&gt;E o teu canto mudou&lt;br /&gt;E o teu corpo do meu&lt;br /&gt;Uma trança arrancou&lt;br /&gt;O sangue arrefeceu&lt;br /&gt;E o meu pé aterrou&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz sussurrou&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a pele que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2590907536659029947?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2590907536659029947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-292523991810065523</id><published>2012-02-07T09:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:37:26.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gift'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s7MqFg_luzM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado à noite não sou tão só&lt;br /&gt;Somente só&lt;br /&gt;A sós contigo assim&lt;br /&gt;E sei dos teus erros&lt;br /&gt;Os meus e os teus&lt;br /&gt;Os teus e os meus amores que não conheci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasse a vida&lt;br /&gt;Um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Quis-me capaz&lt;br /&gt;Dos erros renascer em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se inventado, o teu sorriso for&lt;br /&gt;Fui inventor&lt;br /&gt;Criei o paraíso assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo me diz que há mais amor aqui&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora só menti&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui de cool por aí&lt;br /&gt;Somente só, só minto só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de te amar, ou então hei-de chorar por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, quero ver te sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;E se perder vou tentar esquecer-me de vez, conto até três&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há tulipas&lt;br /&gt;No teu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Serei o chão e a água que da chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;Para te fazer crescer em flor, tão viva a cor&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor eu sou tudo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado à noite não sou tão só&lt;br /&gt;Somente só&lt;br /&gt;A sós contigo assim&lt;br /&gt;Não sou tão só, somente só&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-292523991810065523?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s7MqFg_luzM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2423670939208907662</id><published>2012-02-06T16:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:15:26.555Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Marschall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l5Qf0-zBmkE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk up to me and say&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i know you baby&lt;br /&gt;And then you take a sip of your cherry coke now&lt;br /&gt;Now who drinks a cherry coke&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're nervous &lt;br /&gt;I see that beasd of sweat dancing on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;You words are like cheap champagne&lt;br /&gt;I get the point but it's much too sweet&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired of the dance&lt;br /&gt;This carousel of superficial conversation &lt;br /&gt;Gets me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see my bra underneath my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind underneath my skirt&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't the picture it's just a part &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;See my eyes, don't see whats I see&lt;br /&gt;Touch my tongue don't know what tastes good to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the human condition that keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;Everbody's got a story that can break you heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who could read the mind of the red-headed girl next door&lt;br /&gt;Or the taxi driver that just dropped you off&lt;br /&gt;Or the classmate that you ignore&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see &lt;br /&gt;Cause that classmate just lost her mother&lt;br /&gt;And that taxi driver's got a PHD&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired of the fear &lt;br /&gt;That weighs us down with wrong assumptions&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts, a natural function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see my bra underneath my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind underneath my skirt&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't the picture it's just a part&lt;br /&gt;Eveybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;See my eyes don't see what i see&lt;br /&gt;Touch my tongue don't know what tastes good to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the human condition that keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;See my bra underneath my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Watch tha wind underneath my skirt&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't the picture it's just a part&lt;br /&gt;Eveybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dig deep &lt;br /&gt;Deeper that the image that you see&lt;br /&gt;Dig deep&lt;br /&gt;Lift the veil and let your true self breathe&lt;br /&gt;Dig deep&lt;br /&gt;Show the world the beauty of underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my bra underneath my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind underneath my skirt&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't the picture it's just a part&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break youn heart&lt;br /&gt;See my eyes don't see what i see&lt;br /&gt;Touch my tongue don't know what tastes good to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the human condition that keeps us apart &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break you heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my bra underneath my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind underneath my skirt&lt;br /&gt;It's the human condition that keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;See my eyes don't see what i see&lt;br /&gt;Touch my tongue don't know what tastes good to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the human condition that keep us apart &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a story that can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;That could break your heart babe&lt;br /&gt;everybody's got a story ah yeah&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2423670939208907662?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2423670939208907662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2423670939208907662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2423670939208907662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2423670939208907662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I would have followed you&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to share it all with you&lt;br /&gt;The love, the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you when your dreams were falling in the dust&lt;br /&gt;But I never stopped believing in you&lt;br /&gt;I always thought our love was strong enough&lt;br /&gt;One you could hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see it coming&lt;br /&gt;You just let it fly&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings, silent wings&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide what you feel inside !!! you !!!&lt;br /&gt;And the fire has left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see us in our dreams and we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear the song&lt;br /&gt;But the prayers, they go unanswered&lt;br /&gt;But we both know, we're just hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed, but I'll never know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;The rug was pulled so gently from under my feet&lt;br /&gt;I only know that something good has died&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, oh it's just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see it coming&lt;br /&gt;You just go separate ways&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings, silent wings&lt;br /&gt;There's no more promises to break&lt;br /&gt;Or our love has slipped away&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see it coming&lt;br /&gt;But you know it has to end&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings, silent wings&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;I feel the whisper of the wind&lt;br /&gt;On silent wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-9117131098667556392?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9117131098667556392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3018719505185403290</id><published>2012-01-29T19:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:56:52.781Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e47R7Z_jwkA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at seven, the place feels good&lt;br /&gt;No time to call you today&lt;br /&gt;Encores till eleven then Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call your number, the line ain't free&lt;br /&gt;I like to tell you, "Come to me"&lt;br /&gt;A night without you seems like a lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Love, I can't tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Miss you where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Miss you where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another morning, another place&lt;br /&gt;The only day off is far away&lt;br /&gt;But every city has seen me in the end&lt;br /&gt;And brings me to you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Miss you where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Miss you where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to love you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3018719505185403290?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3018719505185403290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3551523469073356544</id><published>2012-01-29T19:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:53:06.177Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skid Row'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dFECH3ekLoo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The wind would whisper and I'd think of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears you cried, that called my name&lt;br /&gt;But when you needed me I came through&lt;br /&gt;And when you needed me I came through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;Love letter's innocence - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights, and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you say I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paint a picture of the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;When love went blind but you would make me see&lt;br /&gt;I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that I knew that you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;Love letter's innocence - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights, and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you say I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our share of hard times&lt;br /&gt;But that's the price we paid&lt;br /&gt;And through it all we kept the promise that we made&lt;br /&gt;I swear you'll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;Love letter's innocence - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights, and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you say I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;Remember you&lt;br /&gt;You you you you you&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3551523469073356544?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3551523469073356544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3551523469073356544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3551523469073356544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3551523469073356544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;here it comes&lt;br /&gt;that funny feeling again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winding me up inside every time we touch.&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;tell me where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never ever felt so much.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't recall any love at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;this blows them all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why can't this be love?&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;tell me why can't this be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself hey&lt;br /&gt;only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only time will tell if we stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;All I know you've got to run to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ill be damned ifI'll get hung up on the line.&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;this blows them all away.&lt;br /&gt;It's got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why can't this be love? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why can't this be love? . . .&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;why can't this be love?&lt;br /&gt;Got to know why can't this be love?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know why can't this be love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-7384865583646366091?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7384865583646366091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=7384865583646366091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MBq3CgBWlx8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;Who pushed who over?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to you&lt;br /&gt;It matters to me&lt;br /&gt;We're cut adrift&lt;br /&gt;We're still floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm only hanging on&lt;br /&gt;To watch you go down&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappeared in you&lt;br /&gt;You disappeared from me&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who love you, you hate the most&lt;br /&gt;They pass RIGHT through you like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;They look for you, but your spirit is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;You say in love there are no rules&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desparation is a tender trap&lt;br /&gt;It gets you every time&lt;br /&gt;You put your lips to her lips&lt;br /&gt;To stop the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is pale like God's only dove&lt;br /&gt;Screams like an angel for your love&lt;br /&gt;Then she makes you watch her from above&lt;br /&gt;And you need her like a drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;You say in love there are no rules&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears my love like a see-through dress&lt;br /&gt;Her lips say one thing&lt;br /&gt;Her movements something else&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, like a screaming flower&lt;br /&gt;Love...dying every hour...love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know if it's fear or desire&lt;br /&gt;Danger the drug that takes you higher&lt;br /&gt;Head in heaven, fingers in the mire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is racing, you can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;The night is bleeding like a cut&lt;br /&gt;Between the horses of love and lust&lt;br /&gt;We are trampled underfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love... You say in love there are no rules&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;You're so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...love...&lt;br /&gt;To stay with you I'd be a fool&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;You're so cruel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-683794381439869011?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/683794381439869011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=683794381439869011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/683794381439869011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qHm9MG9xw1o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another story&lt;br /&gt;Something to get off my chest&lt;br /&gt;My life gets kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;Need something that I can confess&lt;br /&gt;'Til all my sleeves are stained red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the truth that I've said&lt;br /&gt;Come by it honestly I swear&lt;br /&gt;Thought you saw me wink, no&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the brink, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that will light those ears&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, don't need another perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, amazing how we got this far&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're chasing all those stars&lt;br /&gt;Who's driving shiny big black cars&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I see the news&lt;br /&gt;All the problems that we could solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a situation rises&lt;br /&gt;Just write it into an album&lt;br /&gt;Singing straight, too cold&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my flow, no, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that will light those ears&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, don't need another perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got no reason, got no shame&lt;br /&gt;Got no family I can blame&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'ma tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that will light those ears&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, don't need another perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that will light those ears&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, don't need another perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets away, all my secrets away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5989083977206328381?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5989083977206328381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-7625053172340562778</id><published>2012-01-08T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:14:34.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CxYRbzGi8Rg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come (Our day will come)&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have everything&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the joy&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me&lt;br /&gt;That I'm too young to know&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come (Our day will come)&lt;br /&gt;If we just wait a while&lt;br /&gt;No tears for us&lt;br /&gt;Think love and wear a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love this way&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;In love this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day....will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day will come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-7625053172340562778?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7625053172340562778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4308851702592937534</id><published>2012-01-08T16:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:13:45.096Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship [shit] bare&lt;br /&gt;See how I leave with every piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch&lt;br /&gt;And it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;We could have it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it, to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one on you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna make your head burn&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair&lt;br /&gt;Make a home down there&lt;br /&gt;As mine sure won't be shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it, to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;Could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;But you played it, with a beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for&lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold&lt;br /&gt;You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;It all, it all, it all&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4308851702592937534?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4308851702592937534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4308851702592937534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4308851702592937534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4308851702592937534'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-700032089176682626?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/700032089176682626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=700032089176682626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/700032089176682626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/700032089176682626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/choOYBFZBVA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2463886260183934631</id><published>2011-12-30T22:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:51:32.732Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-_6BBAVfzqM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, she ain't real&lt;br /&gt;She ain't gon' be able to love you like I will&lt;br /&gt;She is a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You and I have history or don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she's got it all but baby is that really what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your soul, you got your head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;She made a fool out of you and, boy, she's bringing you down&lt;br /&gt;She made your heart melt but you're cold to the core&lt;br /&gt;Now rumour has it, she ain't got your love anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is half your age&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing that's the reason that you've stayed&lt;br /&gt;I heard you been missing me&lt;br /&gt;You've been telling people things you shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;Like when we creep out, she ain't around&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard the rumours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your soul, you got your head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You made a fool out of me and, boy, I'm bringing you down&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart melt yet I'm cold to the core&lt;br /&gt;But rumour has it I'm the one you're leaving her for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these words whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it&lt;br /&gt;People say crazy things&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause you heard it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;(Rumour)&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2463886260183934631?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2463886260183934631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2463886260183934631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2463886260183934631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2463886260183934631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-she-aint-real-she-aint-gon-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-_6BBAVfzqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-1856024713961890507</id><published>2011-12-26T19:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:03:22.792Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RDRwqTNLGDs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,&lt;br /&gt;No final kiss to seal any seams,&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of the state we were in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&lt;br /&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The more I do, the less I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you the space so you could breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I kept my distance so you would be free,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that you find the missing piece,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1856024713961890507?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1856024713961890507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=1856024713961890507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LtWSR89UhRg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-432443141536255867?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/432443141536255867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=432443141536255867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/432443141536255867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R8OOWcsFj0U?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've suffered&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and loveless&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel pure&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trick your lovers&lt;br /&gt;That you're wicked and divine&lt;br /&gt;You may be a sinner&lt;br /&gt;But your innocence is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Tease me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5102273982652819288?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5102273982652819288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=5102273982652819288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/5102273982652819288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/5102273982652819288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-youve-suffered-but-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R8OOWcsFj0U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-549453826209010595</id><published>2011-11-24T19:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:51:01.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eWMqyzvfU_Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get to feelin&lt;br /&gt;I was back in the old days - long ago&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids when we were young&lt;br /&gt;Thing seemed so perfect - you know&lt;br /&gt;The days were endless we were crazy we were young&lt;br /&gt;The sun was always shinin - we just lived for fun&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my lifes been just a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The bad things in life were so few&lt;br /&gt;Those days are all gone now but one thing is true&lt;br /&gt;When I look and I find I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't turn back the clock you can't turn back the tide&lt;br /&gt;Aint that a shame&lt;br /&gt;Id like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;When life was just a game&lt;br /&gt;No use in sitting and thinkin on what you did&lt;br /&gt;When you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Better sit back and go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos these are the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;They've flown in the swiftness of time&lt;br /&gt;These days are all gone now but some things remain&lt;br /&gt;When I look and I find no change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days of our lives - yeah&lt;br /&gt;The bad things in life were so few&lt;br /&gt;Those days are all gone now but one things still true&lt;br /&gt;When I look and I find&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-549453826209010595?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/549453826209010595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=549453826209010595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/549453826209010595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/549453826209010595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-get-to-feelin-i-was-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eWMqyzvfU_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4680713620838129662</id><published>2011-11-19T19:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:26:23.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Buckley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mulgEF_hxjk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy answer, none to blame or forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Two cripples dancing to the end we lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not with you, not of you.&lt;br /&gt;Not with you, not of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are soft and young to me&lt;br /&gt;I am the ghost who comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I'll catch you in the throws&lt;br /&gt;Of one last look at the wonder,&lt;br /&gt;One last look at the wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, I love you&lt;br /&gt;And all the past we once knew&lt;br /&gt;Some other love becomes you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else we come to&lt;br /&gt;I know we could be so happy, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;You are soft and young to me&lt;br /&gt;I am the ghost who comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I'll catch you in the throws&lt;br /&gt;Of one last look at the joy that we've become.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no easy answer, none to blame or forgive.&lt;br /&gt;We were two cripples dancing, to the bitter end we live.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not with you, but of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not with you, but of you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And all the past we once knew&lt;br /&gt;Some other love becomes you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else it comes to&lt;br /&gt;I know we could be so happy, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthplace in common&lt;br /&gt;We had separate beds and lives.&lt;br /&gt;I know we could be so happy, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I know we could be so happy, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4680713620838129662?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4680713620838129662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4680713620838129662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6414208747157556720</id><published>2011-11-19T19:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:22:36.659Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Buckley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hXe1jpHPnUs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners&lt;br /&gt;Parading in a wake of sad relations&lt;br /&gt;as their shoes fill up with water&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm too young&lt;br /&gt;To keep good love from going wrong&lt;br /&gt;But tonight you're on my mind so&lt;br /&gt;(you'll never know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken down and hungry for your love&lt;br /&gt;With no way to feed it&lt;br /&gt;Where are you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Child, you know how much I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Too young to hold on&lt;br /&gt;And too old to just break free and run&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man gets carried away,&lt;br /&gt;When he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;br /&gt;And much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,&lt;br /&gt;He has no-one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn oh&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see your sweet return,&lt;br /&gt;oh/or, will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;Lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is the room the bed is made&lt;br /&gt;The open window lets the rain in&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the corner is the only one&lt;br /&gt;who dreams he had you with him&lt;br /&gt;My body turns and yearns for a sleep&lt;br /&gt;that will never come&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, all my riches for her smiles&lt;br /&gt;when I slept so soft against her...&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, she is the tear&lt;br /&gt;that hangs inside my soul forever&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love&lt;br /&gt;from going wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh... lover you should've come over...&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's not too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel too young to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I'm much too old to break free and run&lt;br /&gt;Too deaf, dumb, and blind&lt;br /&gt;to see the damage I've done&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love I'm waiting [I waited] for you&lt;br /&gt;Lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6414208747157556720?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6414208747157556720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6414208747157556720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fingertips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K_ZslR7JWoE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said things I shouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hope you're ok&lt;br /&gt;But I heard things I didn't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm still ok&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with me was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so simple as you think&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that it's over or&lt;br /&gt;I won't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be done&lt;br /&gt;Or lost myself inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I might seem so ugly&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I really am&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not that easy to ignore&lt;br /&gt;When I'm really mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just wanna say I love you&lt;br /&gt;More then I ever could&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna hear you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1662256343194676335?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1662256343194676335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=1662256343194676335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1662256343194676335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NT7S91LS2yI?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fade away like frozen photographs.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, forget&lt;br /&gt;The stakes, the ways you take,&lt;br /&gt;The ways you make the moments pass.&lt;br /&gt;For every regret,&lt;br /&gt;I tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;And I would die if you find out.&lt;br /&gt;I tell a beautiful lie every time that I&lt;br /&gt;did not open up my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;All the same, it’s a game,&lt;br /&gt;it’s a play, it’s a war,&lt;br /&gt;it’s a shame that we’re always fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to cast no blame,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t intend to pretend, I could, never loved you more.&lt;br /&gt;But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;You got a secret – it’s starting to show.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet babe.&lt;br /&gt;How long can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go?&lt;br /&gt;You tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;You tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s going to, it’s going to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;It’s starting to show.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet babe.&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go, go, go to tell a beautiful lie?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fade away like frozen photographs&lt;br /&gt;Remember, forget&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1578784747640082935?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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are allowed to have aspirations for your future and to know whether the relationship you're in is going to take you closer to those aspirations or be the demise of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4420617331594563128?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4420617331594563128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4420617331594563128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ySemtoeX18?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não procures aquilo que&lt;br /&gt;Não há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não me prendas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não facas de mim palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um fracasso&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor quer-se bem passado&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a submissão&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Há por ai muitas damas&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas &lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não me facas nunca&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não facas de mim palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um fracasso&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor quer-se bem passado&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a submissão&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Há por ai muitas damas&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-596480267207734344?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/596480267207734344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=596480267207734344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/596480267207734344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/596480267207734344'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy again &lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel deep in my own world &lt;br /&gt;But I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different day if I was safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't feel so lost and so frightened &lt;br /&gt;But this is today and I'm lost in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ljXt7skaO3o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8064688858765415598</id><published>2011-11-01T18:40:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:29:37.780Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Morrison'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;adio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8064688858765415598?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8064688858765415598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=8064688858765415598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8064688858765415598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8064688858765415598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-are-afraid-of-themselves-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-1783489754444609410</id><published>2011-11-01T13:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:48:04.599Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Carolina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fl0qz_mhg_A?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca disse que iria ser&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa certa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou eu quem te adora &lt;br /&gt;Se fico um tempo sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;É pra saudade nos aproximar&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não vejo a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu não sei jogar &lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar &lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, a casa, o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar &lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora que você parece não ligar&lt;br /&gt;Que já não pensa e já não quer pensar&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que não sente nada&lt;br /&gt;Estou lembrando menos de você&lt;br /&gt;Falta pouco pra me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que sou a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu não sei jogar &lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar &lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, a casa, o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar &lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1783489754444609410?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1783489754444609410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-7229985481824766380</id><published>2011-11-01T13:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:24:03.417Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Veloso'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lwDsFuWgRx4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Cá estarei para te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho para fazer&lt;br /&gt;Posso fazer a seguir&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir quando quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Já fui onde tinha de ir&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi os compromissos&lt;br /&gt;agora só te quero ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Podes-me interromper&lt;br /&gt;e contar a tua história&lt;br /&gt;Do dia que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;A tua pequena glória&lt;br /&gt;O teu pequeno troféu&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;para ti tenho todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que julguei&lt;br /&gt;Que o valor do que fazia&lt;br /&gt;Era tal que se eu parasse&lt;br /&gt;o mundo à volta ruía&lt;br /&gt;E tu vinhas e falavas&lt;br /&gt;falavas e eu não ouvia&lt;br /&gt;E depois já nem falavas&lt;br /&gt;E eu já mal te conhecia&lt;br /&gt;Agora em tudo o que faço&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é tão relativo&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir por um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir sem ter motivo&lt;br /&gt;Tens em mim o teu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;para ti tenho todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-7229985481824766380?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7229985481824766380/comments/default' title='Enviar 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2162012233432450153</id><published>2011-10-31T22:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:30:03.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Joel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wsakHyi5tas?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can kill with a smile&lt;br /&gt;She can wound with her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She can ruin your faith with her casual lies&lt;br /&gt;And she only reveals what she wants you to see&lt;br /&gt;She hides like a child,&lt;br /&gt;But she's always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can lead you to love&lt;br /&gt;She can take you or leave you&lt;br /&gt;She can ask for the truth&lt;br /&gt;But she'll never believe you&lt;br /&gt;And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she steals like a thief&lt;br /&gt;But she's always a woman to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2162012233432450153?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2162012233432450153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2162012233432450153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2162012233432450153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2162012233432450153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am by now&lt;br /&gt;I walk&lt;br /&gt;The record stands somehow&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is the splinter inside me&lt;br /&gt;While I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk has all been cleared by now&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is all I hear somehow&lt;br /&gt;Calling out Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is the splinter inside me&lt;br /&gt;While I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;In rough blue waters in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6531902606138298808?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6531902606138298808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6531902606138298808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8093820741828548371</id><published>2011-10-31T16:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:16:31.552Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingrid Michaelson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RKscYJAksPs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a snowfall kind of love&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love that quiets the world&lt;br /&gt;I want a snowfall kind of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a snowfall kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;I want a snowfall kind of love&lt;br /&gt;That lights up the sky from below&lt;br /&gt;I want a snowfall kind of love&lt;br /&gt;That brings people to their window&lt;br /&gt;Won't you bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;Oh bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;And we will blow away&lt;br /&gt;I want a snowfall kind of love&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to walk through with you&lt;br /&gt;And watch it all melt away&lt;br /&gt;Won't you bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;Oh bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in your quiet love&lt;br /&gt;And we will blow away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8093820741828548371?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8093820741828548371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=8093820741828548371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OFtNChII78k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever really found a place that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it&lt;br /&gt;I apologize once again I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;But it's not as if I mind&lt;br /&gt;that your heart ain't exactly breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought&lt;br /&gt;that I would love to live by the sea&lt;br /&gt;To travel the world alone&lt;br /&gt;and live more simply&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down&lt;br /&gt;While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;Well how can I say I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3133477302834276967?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3133477302834276967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3133477302834276967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3133477302834276967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3133477302834276967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-havent-ever-really-found-place-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OFtNChII78k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-231317937275009557</id><published>2011-10-30T20:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:11:57.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x4r-c4I_9Rc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I grow fonder every day,&lt;br /&gt;Lose myself in time,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of your face,&lt;br /&gt;God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before,&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word,&lt;br /&gt;I've imagined it all,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you never try,&lt;br /&gt;To forget your past and simply be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'm worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've been on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You hang on every word I say,&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself in time,&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of my name,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;And have you tell me whichever road I choose, you'll go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been here before,&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word,&lt;br /&gt;I've imagined it all,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you never try,&lt;br /&gt;To forget your past and simply be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worth it, mmm,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-231317937275009557?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/231317937275009557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=231317937275009557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/231317937275009557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/231317937275009557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/youve-been-on-my-mind-i-grow-fonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x4r-c4I_9Rc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-5312260172546868272</id><published>2011-10-29T15:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:19:04.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Antebellum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nbp_7mPz9Vo?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;But you're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you kiss my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Soft and bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;I can read it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby, this is our goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to break&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you might stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;As you turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel again&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna hurt as much&lt;br /&gt;As that final touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think I could take seeing you&lt;br /&gt;And knowing where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to break&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you might stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;As you turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;One more my hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;The door is closing&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;As you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;As you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;As you turn away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5312260172546868272?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5312260172546868272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=5312260172546868272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/5312260172546868272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/5312260172546868272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/standing-face-to-face-wrapped-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nbp_7mPz9Vo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-606968886943264417</id><published>2011-10-29T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:17:54.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can't because things have changed so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-606968886943264417?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6462190702633915221</id><published>2011-10-28T21:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:49:57.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you settled down&lt;br /&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that your dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me it isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how the time flies&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We were born and raised&lt;br /&gt;In a summer haze&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me it isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;No worries or cares&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and mistakes&lt;br /&gt;They are memories made.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4286449163276278023</id><published>2011-10-27T17:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:44:25.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole Kidman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YsdqqqMKkT4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow the night&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the light&lt;br /&gt;When will I begin to live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Leave all this to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;What more could your love do for me&lt;br /&gt;When will love be through with me&lt;br /&gt;Why live life from dream to dream&lt;br /&gt;And dread the day when dreaming ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Leave all this to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Why live life from dream to dream&lt;br /&gt;And dread the day when dreaming ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Fly fly away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4286449163276278023?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4286449163276278023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6720486008678812757</id><published>2011-10-25T14:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:39:49.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachael Yamagata'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xuQvja_t1FY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how it might have been&lt;br /&gt;We'd spend out days travelin'&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you only wanted me&lt;br /&gt;The way you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;And we can hang out heads down&lt;br /&gt;As we skip the goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell the world what you want them to hear&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to lose, my dear&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm up for the little white lies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy a magazine searching for your face&lt;br /&gt;From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place&lt;br /&gt;I'll track you on the radios, and&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign your list in a different name&lt;br /&gt;But as close as I come to you&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back&lt;br /&gt;As say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, steal the show, and do your best&lt;br /&gt;To cover the tracks that I have left&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well and hope you find&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;The way I might've changed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But you only showed my the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back&lt;br /&gt;And say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, you and I know the reason why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6720486008678812757?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6720486008678812757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6720486008678812757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6720486008678812757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6720486008678812757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-about-how-it-might-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xuQvja_t1FY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2979338865848428358</id><published>2011-10-24T16:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:04:31.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelly Furtado'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BmEiadAqDZc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Well I hate to say but pop aint' going solo&lt;br /&gt;You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm just too mainstream for you, oh no&lt;br /&gt;You liked me till' you seen me on your t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're so low below then why you watching&lt;br /&gt;You say good things come to those who wait&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been waiting a long time for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you&lt;br /&gt;And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me&lt;br /&gt;And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say your quest is to bring it higher&lt;br /&gt;Well I never seen change without a fire&lt;br /&gt;But from your mouth I have seen a lot of burning&lt;br /&gt;But underneath I think it's a lot of yearning&lt;br /&gt;Your face, the colours change from green to yellow&lt;br /&gt;To the point where you can't even say hello&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you'd kill me if I ever snob you out&lt;br /&gt;Like that's what you'd expect from me, like that's what I'm about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you're cool&lt;br /&gt;Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through&lt;br /&gt;Than to burn in the spotlight, turn in the spitfire&lt;br /&gt;Scream without making a sound, be up here and not look down &lt;br /&gt;because we're all afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ya hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me so so, &lt;br /&gt;leave me down down down down low leave me down da down down da down da down down down...shit on the radio... shit on the radio... shit on the radio... shit on the radio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2979338865848428358?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2979338865848428358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2979338865848428358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2979338865848428358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2979338865848428358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-liked-me-till-you-heard-my-shit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BmEiadAqDZc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-1926007764728208614</id><published>2011-10-23T21:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:49:29.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Turner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_aqWVgmXq7s?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t stand the rain&lt;br /&gt;Against my window&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;I can`t stand the rain&lt;br /&gt;Against my window&lt;br /&gt;Because here`s not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey window pane&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it used to be&lt;br /&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so grand&lt;br /&gt;Now that we`ve parted&lt;br /&gt;There`s one sound that I just can`t stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1926007764728208614?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1926007764728208614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=1926007764728208614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1926007764728208614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1926007764728208614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant-stand-rain-against-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_aqWVgmXq7s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3175094698012136352</id><published>2011-10-23T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:46:28.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lB6a-iD6ZOY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one&lt;br /&gt;Drying in the colour of the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away&lt;br /&gt;But something in our minds will always stay&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this final act was meant&lt;br /&gt;To clinch a lifetime's argument&lt;br /&gt;That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could&lt;br /&gt;For all those born beneath an angry star&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget how fragile we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on the rain will fall&lt;br /&gt;Like tears from a star like tears from a star&lt;br /&gt;On and on the rain will say&lt;br /&gt;How fragile we are how fragile we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on the rain will fall&lt;br /&gt;Like tears from a star like tears from a star&lt;br /&gt;On and on the rain will say&lt;br /&gt;How fragile we are how fragile we are&lt;br /&gt;How fragile we are how fragile we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lB6a-iD6ZOY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2112383459318119905</id><published>2011-10-21T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:21:57.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Garfunkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Simon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kdD52DAaFRs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend&lt;br /&gt;I've come to talk with you again&lt;br /&gt;Because a vision softly creeping&lt;br /&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Still remains&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone&lt;br /&gt;'Neath the halo of a street lamp&lt;br /&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light&lt;br /&gt;That split the night&lt;br /&gt;And touched the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more&lt;br /&gt;People talking without speaking&lt;br /&gt;People hearing without listening&lt;br /&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;br /&gt;And no one dared&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fools", said I, "You do not know&lt;br /&gt;Silence like a cancer grows&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you&lt;br /&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you"&lt;br /&gt;But my words, like silent raindrops fell&lt;br /&gt;And echoed&lt;br /&gt;In the walls of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;br /&gt;To the neon god they made&lt;br /&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning&lt;br /&gt;In the words that it was forming&lt;br /&gt;And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls&lt;br /&gt;And tenement halls"&lt;br /&gt;And whispered in the sounds of silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2112383459318119905?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2112383459318119905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-5959299546480329391</id><published>2011-10-20T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:23:56.749+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchbox Twenty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/clKAdQnwJ7A?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already lost you&lt;br /&gt;I think you're already gone&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally scared now&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm weak - I think you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;I think you're already leaving&lt;br /&gt;Feels like your hand is on the door&lt;br /&gt;I thought this place was an empire&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think you're so mean - I think we should try&lt;br /&gt;I think I could need - this in my life&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm scared - I think too much&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong it's a problem I'm dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone - maybe it's time to come home&lt;br /&gt;There's an awful lot of breathing room&lt;br /&gt;But I can hardly move&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone - baby you need to come home,oh come home&lt;br /&gt;There's a little bit of something me&lt;br /&gt;In everything in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're hard to get over&lt;br /&gt;I bet the moon just won't shine&lt;br /&gt;I bet my hands I can stay here&lt;br /&gt;I bet you need - more than you mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think you're so mean - I think we should try&lt;br /&gt;I think I could need - this in my life&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just scared - that I know too much&lt;br /&gt;I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone - maybe it's time to COME home&lt;br /&gt;There's an awful lot of breathing room&lt;br /&gt;But I can hardly move&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone - baby you need to come home,oh come home&lt;br /&gt;There's a little bit of something me&lt;br /&gt;In everything in…………………… you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so mean - I think we should try&lt;br /&gt;I think I could need - this in my life&lt;br /&gt;and I think I'm scared - do I talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s wrong it's a problem I'm dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone - maybe it's time to come home&lt;br /&gt;There's an awful lot of breathing room&lt;br /&gt;But I can hardly move&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone – Hell, baby you need to come home&lt;br /&gt;There's a little bit of something me&lt;br /&gt;In everything in you, everything in ….in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5959299546480329391?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/clKAdQnwJ7A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2931522563001903493</id><published>2011-10-18T18:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:11:09.912+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;br /&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now&lt;br /&gt;I heard that your dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so shy&lt;br /&gt;It ain't like you to hold back&lt;br /&gt;Or hide from the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me, it isn't over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know how the time flies&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We were born and raised in a summery haze&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me, it isn't over yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares, no worries or cares&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and mistakes they're memories made&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bitter-sweet this would taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah, yeah&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2030007520284645292</id><published>2011-10-16T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:54:48.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Marschall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T1VinBlssgg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with my destiny&lt;br /&gt;And this place of no return&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take another day&lt;br /&gt;And slowly watch it burn.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;How the time goes by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I still remember you and I&lt;br /&gt;And that beautiful goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staggered through these empty streets&lt;br /&gt;Laughin' arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;The night had made a mess of me&lt;br /&gt;Your confessions kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;I don't really miss you, I just need to know&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of you and I&lt;br /&gt;And that beautiful goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you now,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how,&lt;br /&gt;I could've watched you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;If I let you down,&lt;br /&gt;Please, forgive me now&lt;br /&gt;For that beautiful goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these days of no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I keep mine to myself&lt;br /&gt;And all the things we never said&lt;br /&gt;I can save for someone else&lt;br /&gt;And nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;But we always try&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't help but wonder why&lt;br /&gt;We let it pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to get through to you?&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I cry, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's a fool's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry&lt;br /&gt;It's just a fool's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Oh ah&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this way...Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To William&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2030007520284645292?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2030007520284645292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2030007520284645292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2030007520284645292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2030007520284645292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/fed-up-with-my-destiny-and-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T1VinBlssgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-5113122379452743514</id><published>2011-10-16T16:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:40:43.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seether'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hPC2Fp7IT7o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me, here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;br /&gt;There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel me here anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5113122379452743514?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hPC2Fp7IT7o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-407867419748870346</id><published>2011-10-16T10:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:04:27.575+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart &lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark &lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear &lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare &lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave with every piece of you &lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart &lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch &lt;br /&gt;And it's bringing me out the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us &lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all &lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless &lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling &lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told &lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one of you &lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna make your head burn &lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair &lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there &lt;br /&gt;As mine sure won't be shared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us &lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all &lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless &lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling &lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand &lt;br /&gt;But you played it with a beating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door &lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for &lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold &lt;br /&gt;You pay me back in time and reap just what you sow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;It all, it all, it all &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand &lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you played it &lt;br /&gt;You played it &lt;br /&gt;You played it &lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-407867419748870346?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/407867419748870346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=407867419748870346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/407867419748870346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/407867419748870346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-fire-starting-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3400897199314828323</id><published>2011-10-15T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:02:19.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enigma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HjK30nhy7CU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;(The time hascome) &lt;br /&gt;Je te desire&lt;br /&gt;(The time has come) &lt;br /&gt;Prends moi&lt;br /&gt;Je suis a toi&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux aller au bout de me fantasmes&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que c'est interdit&lt;br /&gt;Je suis folle. Je m'abandonne&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la et ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai plus rien&lt;br /&gt;Je deviens folle&lt;br /&gt;Je m'abandonne &lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ne dors plus&lt;br /&gt;Je te desire&lt;br /&gt;Prends moi&lt;br /&gt;Je suis a toi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la et ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Je veux tout&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Comme tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mea Culpa"&lt;br /&gt;(translated in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Christ have mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep anymore&lt;br /&gt;(The time hascome)&lt;br /&gt;I desire you&lt;br /&gt;(The time hascome)&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the end of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;I know it is forbidden&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy. I am letting myself go&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Christ have mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here and somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming crazy&lt;br /&gt;I am letting myself go &lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep anymore&lt;br /&gt;I desire you&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Christ have mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here and somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;I want everything,&lt;br /&gt;When you want,&lt;br /&gt;As you like &lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3400897199314828323?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HjK30nhy7CU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6269830308152575075</id><published>2011-10-12T21:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:28:58.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2GcxYCXFnNI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say the things &lt;br /&gt;I want to say sometimes &lt;br /&gt;There's no one here but you and me &lt;br /&gt;And that broken old street light &lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors &lt;br /&gt;We'll leave the world outside &lt;br /&gt;All I've got to give to you &lt;br /&gt;Are these five words tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had a dream &lt;br /&gt;Until that dream was you &lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;The sky's a different blue &lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart &lt;br /&gt;I wear no disguise &lt;br /&gt;If I tried, you'd make believe &lt;br /&gt;That you believed my lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up when I fall down &lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell before they count me out &lt;br /&gt;If I was drowning you would part the sea &lt;br /&gt;And risk your own life to rescue me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors &lt;br /&gt;We'll leave the world outside &lt;br /&gt;All I've got to give to you &lt;br /&gt;Are these five words tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You parted my lips &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't fly &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave me wings &lt;br /&gt;You parted my lips &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6269830308152575075?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6269830308152575075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-9063856002495781044</id><published>2011-10-11T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:20:45.957+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Aldean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Clarkson)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sIjkVn_ro0g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to let this moment go &lt;br /&gt;Touching your skin, and your hair falling slow &lt;br /&gt;When a goodbye kiss, feels like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it slow, I don't wanna move too fast &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last &lt;br /&gt;When you're on this high, it's a sad goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you feel so perfect, baby &lt;br /&gt;That it feels so perfect, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna hold each other tight? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay here a little while? &lt;br /&gt;We can make forever feel this way &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-9063856002495781044?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9063856002495781044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=9063856002495781044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/9063856002495781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/9063856002495781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2pN8OccsbPA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be you, it had to be you &lt;br /&gt;I wandered around, and finally found &lt;br /&gt;The somebody who could make me be true &lt;br /&gt;Could make me be blue or even be glad &lt;br /&gt;Just to be sad just thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;Some others I've seen might never be mean &lt;br /&gt;Might never be cross or try to be boss &lt;br /&gt;But they wouldn't do &lt;br /&gt;For nobody else gave me the thrill &lt;br /&gt;With all your faults I love you still &lt;br /&gt;It had to be you &lt;br /&gt;It had to be you &lt;br /&gt;It had to be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8972184434704983002?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2pN8OccsbPA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6594721089437333177</id><published>2011-10-10T23:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:06:46.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Isaak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UAOxCqSxRD0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6594721089437333177?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6594721089437333177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6594721089437333177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6594721089437333177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6594721089437333177'/><link rel='alternate' 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allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is real, real is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling, feeling love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is wanting to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;Love is touch, touch is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is reaching, reaching love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is asking to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;Love is you, &lt;br /&gt;You and me, &lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing, &lt;br /&gt;We can be. &lt;br /&gt;Love is free, free is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is living, living love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is needing to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4223020923266537199?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4223020923266537199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4223020923266537199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4223020923266537199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4223020923266537199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-is-real-real-is-love-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2GmVajkqLNU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-959363519637763362</id><published>2011-10-10T14:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:11:35.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Williams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r51AR5XCyMU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be his&lt;br /&gt;own fantasy then&lt;br /&gt;to only breed in captivity&lt;br /&gt;is pointless&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been doing what I like&lt;br /&gt;when I like, how I like,&lt;br /&gt;its joyless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of war this peace&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps and two more sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Till I get to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;I get hysterical historicals&lt;br /&gt;of love it’s just chemicals&lt;br /&gt;Give us something to stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away my&lt;br /&gt;heart breaks everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you dont know&lt;br /&gt;’cause youre not there&lt;br /&gt;You simply found&lt;br /&gt;the words to make&lt;br /&gt;all modern feelings fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing fine and&lt;br /&gt;the sun often shines&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I done bruised up my mind&lt;br /&gt;with this Thunderbird wine&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away my&lt;br /&gt;heart breaks everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you dont know&lt;br /&gt;’cause youre not there&lt;br /&gt;You simply found&lt;br /&gt;the words to make&lt;br /&gt;all modern feelings fade away&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away my&lt;br /&gt;heart breaks everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you dont know&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;You simply found&lt;br /&gt;the words to make&lt;br /&gt;all modern feelings fade away&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;Only you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you, all my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-959363519637763362?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/959363519637763362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=959363519637763362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/959363519637763362'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1092882607231136520?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1092882607231136520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2209375492961373940</id><published>2011-10-08T23:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:49:47.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damien Rice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5YXVMCHG-Nk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2209375492961373940?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2209375492961373940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2209375492961373940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2209375492961373940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2209375492961373940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-so-it-is-just-like-you-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5YXVMCHG-Nk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6213094831428435123</id><published>2011-10-08T23:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:36:30.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It's when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It's when you can joke around, have unexpected hugs, and random kisses. It's when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It's when you'll rather chill inside to watch movies, eat junk food, and cuddle than go out all the time. It's when you'll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It's when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6213094831428435123?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6213094831428435123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6213094831428435123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6213094831428435123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left town early on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Headin down to family in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Said she needed to feel the sun on her face,&lt;br /&gt;talk it out with herself, &lt;br /&gt;try to get things straight.&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is I dont wanna breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I didnt have this heart, &lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't know the sting of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I could stand strong and still,&lt;br /&gt;watching you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt like this,&lt;br /&gt;or feel so all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost turned around in Mississippi,&lt;br /&gt;pulled over on the shoulder along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Thought by now, I'd be fine&lt;br /&gt;But all these tears are bluring every line.&lt;br /&gt;And I think back to when you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I didnt have this heart, &lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't know the sting of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I could stand strong and still,&lt;br /&gt;watching you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt like this,&lt;br /&gt;or feel so all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's gonna take forever to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I dont think this pain's gonna go away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, scars left when its said and done remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish I didnt have this heart, &lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't know the sting of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I could stand strong and still,&lt;br /&gt;watching you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt like this,&lt;br /&gt;or feel so all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was cold as stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1986417919251727759?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1986417919251727759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=1986417919251727759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1986417919251727759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1986417919251727759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-left-town-early-on-friday-headin.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U6Z0h4knbg0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2744886310229605863</id><published>2011-10-08T18:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:31:35.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Antebellum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JtQo4l-p39o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken, my heart open,&lt;br /&gt;No I never had butterflies like that.&lt;br /&gt;We danced in the moon glow,&lt;br /&gt;Your hands moved slow,&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me on the lips,&lt;br /&gt;Swore I wouldn't look back.&lt;br /&gt;It was just like we were flying, in another time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the world was ours for the taking,&lt;br /&gt;When I fell into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried.&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd never break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Never leave me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Said your love would be for all time,&lt;br /&gt;But that was back when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;When you were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, with me, I thought we'd be,&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than the past,&lt;br /&gt;Better than the ones before.&lt;br /&gt;How did I fool myself in thinking,&lt;br /&gt;We had it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the world was ours for the taking,&lt;br /&gt;When I fell into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried.&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd never break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Never leave me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Said your love would be for all time,&lt;br /&gt;But that was back when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;When you were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this was it baby&lt;br /&gt;What if this was our time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all past saving,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you one try,&lt;br /&gt;You better think twice,&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave her behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if the world was ours for the taking&lt;br /&gt;When I fell into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried.&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd never break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Never leave me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Said your love would be for all time,&lt;br /&gt;But that was back when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;When we were in love&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;When you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;(That was back when you were mine)&lt;br /&gt;What if this was it baby&lt;br /&gt;What if this was our time&lt;br /&gt;(Back when we were in love)&lt;br /&gt;Back when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;(That was back when you were mine)&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were in love,&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd be there,&lt;br /&gt;You'd said it'd last forever,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you've never really meant it baby&lt;br /&gt;Did you baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2744886310229605863?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2744886310229605863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2744886310229605863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-845724887290973936</id><published>2011-10-08T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:57:09.715+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wTZ7A-h8yTs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;Y mis labios para cuando quieras besar&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mi locura&lt;br /&gt;Y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis zapatos desteñidos&lt;br /&gt;El diario en el que escribo&lt;br /&gt;Te doy hasta mis suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te vayas mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tu mi sol&lt;br /&gt;La fe con que vivo&lt;br /&gt;La potencia de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Los pies con que camino&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de reir&lt;br /&gt;El adios que no sabre decir&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca podre vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si algun dia decidieras&lt;br /&gt;Alejarte nuevamente de aqui&lt;br /&gt;Cerraria cada puerta&lt;br /&gt;Para que nunca pudieras salir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mi nariz&lt;br /&gt;Yo te doy hasta mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;Pero quedate aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tu mi sol&lt;br /&gt;La fe con que vivo&lt;br /&gt;La potencia de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Los pies con que camino&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de reir&lt;br /&gt;El adios que no sabre decir&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca podre vivir sin ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-845724887290973936?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wTZ7A-h8yTs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8468421737302950753</id><published>2011-10-07T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:04:42.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Maybe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"...it's not okay because he made me laugh. Because I didn't have to pretend to be anything other than who I am when I was with him. Because I don't believe that stuff about finding your other half, but because I do believe that what you look for is someone who makes you a better person when you're with them, who changes you for the better, who makes you the best person you can possibly be, and because I thought I had found that in [him]."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"if I'm being really honest, I don't know how I feel about you yet, I think it's still a little early for me to talk about love, but I know that I do love being with you, and I'd like to give it a shot. Just being together, I mean, and seeing where it goes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"You probably think I'm lying, but it's true, because in the past I've thought about new boyfriends every second of every day. Well, almost. This is what I've never understood about men. No matter how crazy they are about you, they can get on with their lives, their work, their friends, and not give you a second thought. When they do think of you, which is generally when they're not thinking of anything else, they'll pick up the phone and call you, completely oblivious to the fact that you've been sitting there crying for a week because they haven't called. Personally I think it's because men are crap at juggling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"as far as I'm concerned you have to give every relationship your all because if you're going to get hurt, you're going to get hurt, but at least at the end of it you'll know you gave it your best shot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"'you are the best person I've met in years, and if I'd met you in a year's time, or maybe even a few months, I know we could be happy together...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8468421737302950753?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8468421737302950753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=8468421737302950753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8468421737302950753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8468421737302950753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4717837536834166861</id><published>2011-10-07T13:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:07:48.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Merchant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UUDL-HlvqJw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a lonely road and I'm traveling, &lt;br /&gt;traveling, traveling, traveling, &lt;br /&gt;looking for something, what can it be &lt;br /&gt;Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some, &lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you, when I forget about me, &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be strong, I wanna to laugh along, &lt;br /&gt;I wanna belong to the living, &lt;br /&gt;alive, alive, I wanna get up and jive &lt;br /&gt;I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want? Do you want? &lt;br /&gt;Do you want to dance with me, baby? &lt;br /&gt;Do you want to take a chance &lt;br /&gt;on maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby? &lt;br /&gt;Well, come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really, really want our love to do &lt;br /&gt;is to bring out the best in me and in you too &lt;br /&gt;All I really, really want our love to do &lt;br /&gt;is to bring out the best in me and in you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to you, &lt;br /&gt;I want to shampoo you, &lt;br /&gt;I want to renew you again and again, &lt;br /&gt;Applause, Applause, life is our cause &lt;br /&gt;When I think of your kisses, &lt;br /&gt;my mind see-saws, &lt;br /&gt;do you see, do you see, do you see, how you hurt me, baby &lt;br /&gt;so I hurt you too, and we both get so blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a lonely road and I am traveling &lt;br /&gt;looking for the key to set me free &lt;br /&gt;oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling, it's the unraveling &lt;br /&gt;and it undoes all the joy that could be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun, &lt;br /&gt;I want to shine like the sun &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that you want to see &lt;br /&gt;I want to knit you a sweater, &lt;br /&gt;I want to write you a love letter, &lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel better, &lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel free &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, I want to make you feel free, &lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4717837536834166861?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4717837536834166861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4717837536834166861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-5822499712334710867</id><published>2011-10-06T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:34:00.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Michael'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TEOKJe3QqoE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Down The Light&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the bed&lt;br /&gt;Turn down these voices inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no lies&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronise&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your heart feel something that it won't&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart&lt;br /&gt;And i feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't, no you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes, then i won't see&lt;br /&gt;The love you don't feel when you're holding me&lt;br /&gt;Mornin' will come and i'll do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Just give me till then to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;And i will give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your heart feel something that it won't&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart&lt;br /&gt;And i feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't, no you won't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't make you love me if you don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5822499712334710867?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TEOKJe3QqoE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-770207150543937911</id><published>2011-10-06T13:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:48:09.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Hodgson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R-C2bHm2yr4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a silent place that I can call my own&lt;br /&gt;Is it mine, Lord is it mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's dark and nothing seems right,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to win and there's no need to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land&lt;br /&gt;but it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand&lt;br /&gt;Is it mine, Lord is it mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's dark and nothing seems right,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to win and there's no need to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find a way&lt;br /&gt;to feel your sweetness through the day&lt;br /&gt;The love that shines around me could be mine.&lt;br /&gt;So give us an answer, won't you,&lt;br /&gt;We know what we have to do,&lt;br /&gt;There must be a thousand voices trying to get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-770207150543937911?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/770207150543937911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4384483910133311177</id><published>2011-10-05T16:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:32:22.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"All these years I'd been complaining about men and their mixed messages; now I saw they weren't mixed messages at all. I was the one that was mixed up."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"We're taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic. Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first. Assume you're the rule, not the exception."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"We go out with someone, we get excited about them, and then they do something that mildly disappoints us. Then they keep doing a lot more things that disappoint us. Then we go into hyper-excuse mode for weeks or possibly months, because the last thing we want to think is that this great man that we are so excited about is in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.luaquotes.com/quotes/hesjustnotthatintoyou.html#" id="_GPLITA_0" in_hdr="null" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=UFQ6MTA2Nzc6MjMwOnByb2Nlc3M6MTVkZDVkZjA4MmQ2MmI2N2VjYTAzY2ZjZjhjOWM4ODg6ei01LTkzNDY6d3d3Lmx1YXF1b3Rlcy5jb20%3D" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;"&gt;process&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of turning into a creep. We try to come up with some explanation for why they're behaving that way, any explanation, no matter how ridiculous, than the one explanation that's the truth: He's just not that into me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"If the guy you're dating doesn't seem to be completely into you, or you feel the need to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.luaquotes.com/quotes/hesjustnotthatintoyou.html#" id="_GPLITA_1" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=UFQ6MTA2Nzc6MjMwOnN0YXJ0OmFjMThkNmI4M2I3YmQzNDcyMTU4YWYxNWFhN2VmMmI4OnotNS05MzQ2Ond3dy5sdWFxdW90ZXMuY29t" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;"&gt;start&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;'figuring him out,' please consider the glorious thought that he might just not be that into you. And then free yourself to go find someone that is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"If a dude isn't calling you when he says he will, or making sure you know that he's dating you, then you already have your answer. Stop making excuses for him; his actions are screaming the truth: he's just not that into you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He is a man made up entirely of your excuses. And the minute you stop making excuses for him, he will completely disappear from your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"If we want you , we will find you. If you don't think you gave him enough time to notice you, take the time it took you to notice him and divide it by half."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Imagine right now that I'm leaping up and down and shaking my fist at the sky. I'm on my knees pleading with you. I'm saying this in a loud voice: 'Please, if you can trust one thing I say in this book, let it be this: when it comes to men,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.luaquotes.com/quotes/hesjustnotthatintoyou.html#" id="_GPLITA_3" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=UFQ6MTA2Nzc6MjMwOmRlYWw6YmE0N2RhZDQyNDU4YzgxNjViNWE3ZTFlZjJlYWZhODA6ei01LTkzNDY6d3d3Lmx1YXF1b3Rlcy5jb20%3D" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;"&gt;deal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with us as we are, not how you'd like us to be.'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"I know it's an infuriating concept--that men like to chase and you have to let us chase you. I know. It's insulting. It's frustrating. It's unfortunately the truth. My belief is that if you have to be the aggressor, if you have to pursue, if you have to do the asking out, nine times out of ten, he's just not that into you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Men don't forget how much they like you. So put down&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.luaquotes.com/quotes/hesjustnotthatintoyou.html#" id="_GPLITA_2" in_hdr="null" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=UFQ6MTA2Nzc6MjMwOnRoZSBwaG9uZTo2ZmJlNDVmMmIyNDFjNjQxOThkMzVmMWEzNzVkZWE0MTp6LTUtOTM0Njp3d3cubHVhcXVvdGVzLmNvbQ%3D%3D" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;"&gt;the phone&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he's not calling you. Men know how to us the phone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"The word 'busy' is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but in fact, in every silo you uncover, all you're going to find is a man who didn't care enough to call. Remember: men are never too busy to get what they want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"'Busy' is another word for 'asshole.' 'Asshole' is another word for the guy you're dating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He will always be able to play the 'friend' card with you. He only has to be responsible for the expectations of a friend, rather than the far greater expectations of a boyfriend. After all, being a 'pal,' you wouldn't want to put him through any more emotional turmoil while he's going through his 'very traumatic breakup.' he's got the ultimate situation: a great friend with all the benefis of a girlfriend, whom he can see or not see whenever he wants to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"It's about the guy who wants you, calls you, makes you feel sexy and desired fully. He wants to see you more and more often, because every time he sees you, he likes and then loves you more and more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"You have every right to know what is going on between you and someone you're knocking socks with. And the more confident you are that you deserve that (and much more), the more you'll be able to ask your big questions in a way that won't feel heavy and dramatic, I guarantee you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"I don't want to be 'sort of dating' someone. I don't want to be 'kinda hanging out' with someone. I don't want to spend a lot of energy suppressing all my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I'll see again because they've already demonstrated to me that they're trustworthy and honorable--and into me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Sure, in the beginning you have to be somewhat cautious about how much you give away. But that caution shouldn't be to make them feel more comfortable; it should be because you know that you are ultimately a delicate, valuable creature who should be areful and discerning about who gets your affection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Ladies, you are going to meet, and have already met, many, many men in the years that constitute your dating lifespan. And I hate to tell you this, but some of these men will simply not be attracted to you. I know you're hot, but that just the way it is. And every single one of these men that are not attracted to you will never ever tell you that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"I know it's nice to have companionship and wake up with somebody that you really like, but that's what pets are for. Pets are God's way of saying, 'Don't lower the bar because you're lonely.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"You can accept his excuses all you want, but you have to ask yourself, is this the relationship you want to be in? He may be into you, he may not, but the only thing you have to answer is, is this how you want to feel, perhaps forever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"People tell you who they are all the time. When a man says he can't be monogamous, you should believe him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he's having sex with someone else. There's never going to be a good excuse for cheating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"And in case he tells you that it just 'happened,' please remember, cheating doesn't just 'happen.' it's not an accident as in, 'oops, I just slipped and fell into a sexual relationship with someone else.' It was planned and executed with the full knowledge that it could end your relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"If he's sleeping with someone else without your knowledge or encouragement, he is not only behaving like a man who's just not that into you, he's behaving like a man who doesn't even like you all that much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Let's call cheating what it is: a complete betrayal of trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"There are ways to travel and be in a relationship, and there are ways to travel and make sure you stay out of one. The easy way to know the difference is if the guy tells you all the time how bummed he is that he has to keep leaving you. If he is not making a serious effort to make sure that while he's out of town you don't go out and find someone else, then I think you've just boarded the he's-just-not-that-into-you jet. Buckle up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Cheaters are people who have a lot of stuff to work out, and they're working it out on your time and with your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Cheating gets easier every time it's done. It's only hard the first time, when one feels the sting of morality and the guilt of betraying someone's trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he only wants to see you when he's drunk. If he likes you, he'll want to see you when his judgment isn't impaired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Bad boys are actually bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he doesn't want to marry you. Love cures commitment phobia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Every man you have ever dated who has said he doesn't want to get married or doesn't believe in marriage, or has 'issues' with marriage, will, rest assured, someday be married. It just will never be to you. Because he's not really saying he doesn't want to get married. He's saying he doesn't want to get married to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"There will never be a good time, financially, to get married, unless you're Shaq or Ray Romano. But somehow people manage. If your man is using money as an excuse not to marry you, it's your relationship that's insecure, not his bank account."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"You are allowed to have aspirations for your future and to know whether the relationship you're in is going to take you closer to those aspirations or be the demise of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Most guys, or let's say the guys I want you to be dating, will make sure, as soon as reasonably possible, that you know they mean business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Don't spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"'Doesn't want to get married' and 'Doesn't want to get married to me' are very different things. Be sure about which category he falls under."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he's breaking up with you. 'I don't want to go out with you' means just that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Everyone wants to be loved and needed, particularly by the person who just broke up with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Don't be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You're deeply missable. However, he's still the same person who just broke up with you. Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he's choosing, every day, not to be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Deciding to get back together with someone is a complicated and difficult decision. Just remember that the person you are getting back together with is the same person who, not long before, looked you in your beautiful face, took full stock of you and all your qualities, and told you that he was no longer in need of your company."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Breakups are suppposed to be just that. Breaks. Hard, clean breaks, No talking, no seeing, no touching. Keep your hands to yourself. The relationship is over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"You can't talk your way out of a breakup. It is not up for discussion. A breakup is a definitive action, not a democratic one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Breakup sex still means you're broken up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"There's a guy out there who's going to be really happy that you didn't get back together with your crappy ex-boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's just not that into you if he's disappeared on you. Sometimes you have to get closure all by yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"He's gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air. Well, there's no mixed message here. He's made it clear that he's so not into you that he couldn't even bother to leave you a Post-it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"There's nothing worse than having no answer, in business, friendships, and especially romantic relationships. But the bad news is, no answer is your answer. He may not have written you a good-bye note, but his silence is a deafening 'see you later.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Do you deserve to know what happened? Yes. But fortunately for you, I can tell you what happened. You were dating the worst person in the world. Nothing he could possibly say will be satisfying to you. But what will be satisfying is if you don't spend another moment of your energy on him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4384483910133311177?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4384483910133311177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4384483910133311177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4384483910133311177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4384483910133311177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-these-years-id-been-complaining.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3749262794607802101</id><published>2011-10-05T13:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:42:12.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Nash'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VmT9jNashAg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you're so nice&lt;br /&gt;You're the nicest thing I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could give it a go&lt;br /&gt;See if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world&lt;br /&gt;I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out&lt;br /&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I was upset&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget&lt;br /&gt;The look on my face when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot&lt;br /&gt;That you loved secretly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was on a hidden bit&lt;br /&gt;That nobody else could see&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,&lt;br /&gt;Actually I meant three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3749262794607802101?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3749262794607802101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3749262794607802101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3749262794607802101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3749262794607802101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-i-know-is-that-youre-so-nice-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VmT9jNashAg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4817039147224010001</id><published>2011-10-03T21:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:06:16.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana Krall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EOi0VgR3nvs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men that I've been seeing&lt;br /&gt;They got their soul up on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;You know they could never love me&lt;br /&gt;When they can't even love themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Someone who really understands&lt;br /&gt;Who won't put himself above me&lt;br /&gt;Who just love me like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never seen such losers darling&lt;br /&gt;Even though I tried&lt;br /&gt;To find a man who can take me home instead of&lt;br /&gt;Taking me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;And I need someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Darling I know you can&lt;br /&gt;Don't you put yourself above me&lt;br /&gt;You just love me like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all want me to rock them&lt;br /&gt;Like my back ain't got no bone&lt;br /&gt;I want a man to rock me&lt;br /&gt;Like my backbone was his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I know you can&lt;br /&gt;Believe it when I tell you&lt;br /&gt;You can love me like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Want a man to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Not some fool who ask me why&lt;br /&gt;And I need someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can&lt;br /&gt;Don't you put yourself above me&lt;br /&gt;Just love me like a man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4817039147224010001?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4817039147224010001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4817039147224010001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4817039147224010001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4817039147224010001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/men-that-ive-been-seeing-they-got-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EOi0VgR3nvs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-731782166465985322</id><published>2011-10-03T13:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:09:16.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary J. Blige'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CSZiDgRl5pI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;It's just some kind of thing I'm goin thru&lt;br /&gt;Goin' thru, goin' thru&lt;br /&gt;And it's not infatuation&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin goin on between me and you&lt;br /&gt;Me and you, me and you&lt;br /&gt;But I dream about it every night, baby&lt;br /&gt;Wantin you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Makin love to me&lt;br /&gt;And oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul is achin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of control&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I just keep tellin' myself&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not the least bit amused by it baby&lt;br /&gt;Yet still I don't wanna be with nobody else&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Touchin' and kissin' me&lt;br /&gt;And makin love to me&lt;br /&gt;And oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul is achin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of control&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows I'm tryin to keep you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tryin to love no one&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tryin to get hurt again, no&lt;br /&gt;But there's something that just gutts in my skin&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul is achin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of control&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-731782166465985322?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/731782166465985322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=731782166465985322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/731782166465985322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/731782166465985322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-in-love-its-just-some-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CSZiDgRl5pI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6151679741612348585</id><published>2011-10-02T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:06:26.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QCQTr8ZYdhg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so you think you can tell &lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell, &lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from pain. &lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field &lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail? &lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade &lt;br /&gt;Your heros for ghosts? &lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees? &lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze? &lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change? &lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange &lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war &lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here. &lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls &lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl, &lt;br /&gt;Year after year, &lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground. &lt;br /&gt;What have we found? &lt;br /&gt;The same old fears. &lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6151679741612348585?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6151679741612348585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6151679741612348585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6151679741612348585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6151679741612348585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-so-you-think-you-can-tell-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QCQTr8ZYdhg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3928065046219056692</id><published>2011-10-02T00:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:04:32.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ErvgV4P6Fzc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;'Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt you're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;Sad woman take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Sad Sugar make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we'll come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;(inhale) Patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you right now, I'll wait then&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get so tense&lt;br /&gt;But I can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider&lt;br /&gt;Sad woman take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine &lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just used a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Sad Sugar take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I got what it takes to make it&lt;br /&gt;We wont fake it &lt;br /&gt;Ahh we'll never brake it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cant take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...little patience, mmm yeah, ooh yeah, &lt;br /&gt;I need a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some more pati... (ence, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to get it right (Need some patience, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see with so many around&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't like being stuck in a crowd (Could use some patience, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And the streets don't change but maybe the names&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time for the pain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you (Patience, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah well I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need you (Take some patience)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I need you (Just a little patience is all we need)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, All this time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3928065046219056692?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3928065046219056692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4783545162440694078</id><published>2011-10-01T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:07:09.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avril Lavigne'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VT1-sitWRtY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be tough&lt;br /&gt;I can be strong&lt;br /&gt;But with you, it's not like that at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl&lt;br /&gt;who gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;behind this wall&lt;br /&gt;You've just walked through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember all those crazy things you said&lt;br /&gt;You left them running through my head&lt;br /&gt;You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But right now I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy things we did&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think about it, just went with it&lt;br /&gt;You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But right now I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you are&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am, don't have to try hard&lt;br /&gt;We always say, say like it is&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that I really miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy things you said&lt;br /&gt;You left them running through my head&lt;br /&gt;You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But right now I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy things we did&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think about it, just went with it&lt;br /&gt;You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But right now I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I never wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(let go let go let go let go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I never wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(let go let go let go let go let go let go let go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here (I wish you were)&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4783545162440694078?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4783545162440694078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4783545162440694078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4783545162440694078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FzAsBFj4fR8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin' to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2259837549101266118?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2259837549101266118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=2259837549101266118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2259837549101266118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/2259837549101266118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FzAsBFj4fR8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4066220677282199901</id><published>2011-09-30T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:45:28.155+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dgGMEazhfZE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that your daddy's comin' down&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna pay the rent&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, is this as good as life is gonna get&lt;br /&gt;It feels like there's a stranger who's standin' in these shoes&lt;br /&gt;But, I know I can't lose me, 'cause then I'd be losin' you&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised baby&lt;br /&gt;I would be the one to make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I ain't too proud of all the struggles&lt;br /&gt;And the hard times we've been through&lt;br /&gt;When this cold world comes between us&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can realize the danger when forgiveness fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're the one thing I believe&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall down around us, if that's what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Right now if you don't love me baby, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour another cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Babe I got something to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got the winning ticket&lt;br /&gt;Not the one that's gonna pull us through&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna die no more&lt;br /&gt;No one said that it'd be easy&lt;br /&gt;Let your old man take you home&lt;br /&gt;But know that if you walk out on me that darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I'd be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're the one thing I believe&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall down around us&lt;br /&gt;If that's what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Right now if you can't love me baby, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bitch, life's a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs will make you scream sometime&lt;br /&gt;It's hard believin' that the thrill is gone&lt;br /&gt;But we got to go around again, so let's hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're the one thing I believe&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall down around us&lt;br /&gt;If that's what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Right now if you can't love me baby&lt;br /&gt;Go on lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can take it&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yea, yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dgGMEazhfZE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4850172594259210766</id><published>2011-09-28T21:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:18:22.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vOuL2AnJPok?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know me, I'm one of your secrets &lt;br /&gt;You must know me, I'm one of your secrets &lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know me, I'm one of your secrets. &lt;br /&gt;From what I see, you're trying to hard to keep it. &lt;br /&gt;Well I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I'm your hearts keeper. &lt;br /&gt;Meant for me 3:21 AM, she will be here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes she will &lt;br /&gt;And I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I'm one of your secrets. &lt;br /&gt;From what I see, you're trying hard to keep it. &lt;br /&gt;But I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you. &lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vOuL2AnJPok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-6084625866301804041</id><published>2011-09-25T23:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:14:24.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Serenade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QcJdU26iVB0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do. &lt;br /&gt;You're an angel disguised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're lying real still, &lt;br /&gt;but your heart beat is fast just like mine. &lt;br /&gt;And the movie's long over, &lt;br /&gt;that's three that have passed, one more's fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay awake for me? &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything &lt;br /&gt;I will share the air I breathe, &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string, &lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying real hard not to shake. I'm biting my tongue, &lt;br /&gt;but I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take, &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've won. You're my key to survival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's a hero you want, &lt;br /&gt;I can save you. Just stay here. &lt;br /&gt;Your whispers are priceless. &lt;br /&gt;Your breathe, it is dear. So please stay near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay awake for me? &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything &lt;br /&gt;I will share the air I breathe, &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string, &lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say my name. I just want to hear you. &lt;br /&gt;Say my name. So I know it's true. &lt;br /&gt;You're changing me. You're changing me. &lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to live. &lt;br /&gt;So just say. So just say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay awake for me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything. &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything. &lt;br /&gt;I will share the air I breathe, &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string, &lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-6084625866301804041?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6084625866301804041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=6084625866301804041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/6084625866301804041'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9pw-e9dnYSU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I was walking in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;I barely recognized my own reflection, no&lt;br /&gt;Scared of love, but scared of life alone&lt;br /&gt;Seems I've been playin' on the safe side baby&lt;br /&gt;Building walls around my heart to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I 'fraid of the fall down&lt;br /&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;br /&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ready to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that love will never find you&lt;br /&gt;You run away but still it's right behind you, oh&lt;br /&gt;It's just something that we can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I 'fraid of the fall down&lt;br /&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;br /&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ready to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come and find me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting up for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding out for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm ready to feel now&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I 'fraid of the fall down&lt;br /&gt;It must be time to move on now&lt;br /&gt;Without the fear of how it might end&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ready, ready to love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2870858280763577496?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2870858280763577496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-7545339500292126029</id><published>2011-09-16T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:37:53.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary J. Blige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pKxgsGv6JgU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face &lt;br /&gt;Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste &lt;br /&gt;Whenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way &lt;br /&gt;I'm calling out your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon &lt;br /&gt;Whenever this world has gotten so strange &lt;br /&gt;I know that something's gonna change &lt;br /&gt;Something's gonna change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, Whenever I say your name &lt;br /&gt;I'm already praying, I'm already praying &lt;br /&gt;I'm already filled with a joy that I can't explain &lt;br /&gt;Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was that I believed before &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever this world has got me down, whenever I shed a tear &lt;br /&gt;Whenever the TV makes me mad, whenever I'm paralyzed with fear &lt;br /&gt;Whenever those dark clouds fill the sky, whenever I lose the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the sun refuse to shine, whenever the skies are pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;Whatever I lost I thought was mine whenever I close my eyes in pain &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way &lt;br /&gt;I'm calling out your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever this dark begins to fall &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm vulnerable and small &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel like I could die &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm holding back the tears that I cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face &lt;br /&gt;I'm already praying &lt;br /&gt;Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste &lt;br /&gt;Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I'm forced to lie awake and have to weep &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was that I believed before &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, &lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes, &lt;br /&gt;One day we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say your name, &lt;br /&gt;let there be no mistake &lt;br /&gt;that day will last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-7545339500292126029?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7545339500292126029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=7545339500292126029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/7545339500292126029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/7545339500292126029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/whenever-i-say-your-name-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pKxgsGv6JgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-9042839880643110901</id><published>2011-09-11T15:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:03:10.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7wfYIMyS_dI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;where the road goes&lt;br /&gt;where the day flows&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;if your love grows&lt;br /&gt;as your heart chose&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;why your heart sighs&lt;br /&gt;as your love flies&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;why your heart cries&lt;br /&gt;when your love lies&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;when the roads meet&lt;br /&gt;that love might be&lt;br /&gt;in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;when the day sleeps&lt;br /&gt;if the night keeps&lt;br /&gt;all your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;if your love grows&lt;br /&gt;as your heart chose&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;where the road goes&lt;br /&gt;where the day flows&lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows - only time&lt;br /&gt;Who knows - only time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-9042839880643110901?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9042839880643110901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=9042839880643110901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/9042839880643110901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/9042839880643110901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-can-say-where-road-goes-where-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7wfYIMyS_dI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-115464414161610742</id><published>2011-09-09T21:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:22:01.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TrmTFCfe6w8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;A love so full it could send us all ways&lt;br /&gt;I want you to surrender&lt;br /&gt;All my feelings rose today&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to remain&lt;br /&gt;The power of children can amaze&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to complain&lt;br /&gt;I know that's a pisser baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The walls that lie between us&lt;br /&gt;Lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals displaced&lt;br /&gt;There is no lonlier state&lt;br /&gt;lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;Everything you said&lt;br /&gt;Every driven word&lt;br /&gt;Like a hammer, hell, to my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The walls that lie between us&lt;br /&gt;Then lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals displaced&lt;br /&gt;There is no lonlier face&lt;br /&gt;lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;Lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the hollow men&lt;br /&gt;We are the naked ones&lt;br /&gt;We never meant you harm&lt;br /&gt;Never meant you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank&lt;br /&gt;All of my lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The army of achievers&lt;br /&gt;Lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals displaced&lt;br /&gt;There is no lonlier state&lt;br /&gt;lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals between us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-115464414161610742?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/115464414161610742/comments/default' title='Enviar 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-194703004619609472</id><published>2011-09-04T22:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:23:24.607+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Cão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G23OlU7w2Dw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrei no teu jogo, Como um Louco &lt;br /&gt;Fui ingenuo e tu tão fatal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joguei-me todo e foi tão pouco &lt;br /&gt;O amor é o teu instinto mais cruel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto te sigo melhor me faço o teu troféu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrei no teu jogo como um louco &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o teu escravo mais leal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordena que te ame &lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho &lt;br /&gt;mas usa, abusa de mim &lt;br /&gt;e eu serei feliz até ao fim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquei as unhas no corpo, &lt;br /&gt;tornei-me um bicho irreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infectei o lugar onde me punhas, &lt;br /&gt;O amor é este monstro final &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostas do teu trofeu erguido neste inferno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquei o corpo com as unhas, &lt;br /&gt;Pus-me louco tão original &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordena que te ame, &lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho, &lt;br /&gt;mas usa, abusa de mim e eu serei feliz, &lt;br /&gt;até ao fim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordena que te queira, &lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando paro, &lt;br /&gt;Leva-me, arrasta o meu corpo, &lt;br /&gt;Desfeito em pó. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordena que te ame, &lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho, &lt;br /&gt;mas usa e abusa de mim e eu serei feliz, &lt;br /&gt;até ao fim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordeno que me odeies &lt;br /&gt;Olho porque sofras &lt;br /&gt;Do que uso e abuso é sempre assim &lt;br /&gt;Morrerá por mim &lt;br /&gt;Ordeno que me odeies &lt;br /&gt;Amo que tu sofras &lt;br /&gt;Do que uso e abuso é sempre assim &lt;br /&gt;Morrerá por mim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-194703004619609472?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/194703004619609472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=194703004619609472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/194703004619609472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/194703004619609472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/entrei-no-teu-jogo-como-um-louco-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G23OlU7w2Dw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8482930981277521880</id><published>2011-09-01T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:06:22.254+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x4r-c4I_9Rc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been on my mind &lt;br /&gt;I grow fonder every day, &lt;br /&gt;lose myself in time just thinking of your face &lt;br /&gt;God only knows why it's taking me so long &lt;br /&gt;to let my doubts go &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before &lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all, &lt;br /&gt;You never know if you never try to forget your past &lt;br /&gt;And simply be mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only &lt;br /&gt;Promise I'm worth it to hold in your arms &lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me the chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I'm the one who can &lt;br /&gt;Walk that mile &lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been on your mind? &lt;br /&gt;You hang on every word I say, lose yourself in time &lt;br /&gt;At the mention of my name, will I ever know &lt;br /&gt;How it feels to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;And have you tell me which ever road I chose you'll go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before &lt;br /&gt;Every feeling every word, I've imagined it all, &lt;br /&gt;You never know if you never tried to forgive your past &lt;br /&gt;And simply be mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only &lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms &lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me the chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I'm the one who can &lt;br /&gt;Walk that mile &lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy &lt;br /&gt;Giving up your heart &lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy &lt;br /&gt;Giving up your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody's perfect, trust me I've earned it) &lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart &lt;br /&gt;(Nobody's perfect, trust me I've earned it) &lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy &lt;br /&gt;Giving up your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only &lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worth it to hold in your arms &lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me the chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove I'm the one who can &lt;br /&gt;Walk that mile until the end starts &lt;br /&gt;Come and give me the chance &lt;br /&gt;To prove that I'm the one who can &lt;br /&gt;Walk that mile until the end starts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8482930981277521880?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8482930981277521880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3365636445135631487</id><published>2011-08-29T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:58:43.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martina McBride'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KBd6mncsd6o?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my calandar open &lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes me years &lt;br /&gt;'Til you figure out what your plan is &lt;br /&gt;You figure out all of your fears &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know anything about her &lt;br /&gt;Or what you feel like you have to defend &lt;br /&gt;But I've seen your situation &lt;br /&gt;And the world she keeps you in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until my time is here &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until you make it clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to rush it baby &lt;br /&gt;Well then by all means don't &lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna wait for the day when &lt;br /&gt;When you see that it's me you want &lt;br /&gt;I can see, I can tell that you need me &lt;br /&gt;You know that I need you too &lt;br /&gt;So why on earth can't you ever let her go &lt;br /&gt;Will you ever try anything new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until my time is here &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until you make it clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you find the strength &lt;br /&gt;I can't hold you against your will &lt;br /&gt;You keep me at arm's length &lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out to hold you still, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you need me &lt;br /&gt;You know that I need you too &lt;br /&gt;So why on earth can't you ever let her go &lt;br /&gt;Will you ever try anything new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until my time is here &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance  &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my distance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3365636445135631487?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3365636445135631487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3365636445135631487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3481382004303029464</id><published>2011-08-28T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:07:23.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natasha Bedingfield'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P27MPi3ZhCg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though &lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry &lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do &lt;br /&gt;You're not easy to find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable &lt;br /&gt;Is already in my life? &lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you're in disguise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold &lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told &lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own &lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end &lt;br /&gt;How do I find the perfect fit &lt;br /&gt;There's enough for everyone &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting in line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold &lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told &lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own &lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory &lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold &lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told &lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own &lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold &lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told &lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own &lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3481382004303029464?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3481382004303029464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3481382004303029464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3481382004303029464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3481382004303029464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/incompatible-it-dont-matter-though-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P27MPi3ZhCg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-1695469439282168396</id><published>2011-08-28T13:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:25:48.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RQKiRbVEnKQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back in time &lt;br /&gt;When seeing your ID on mine &lt;br /&gt;Made me crazy &lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby I'm saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back there &lt;br /&gt;Let's take it there  &lt;br /&gt;I'm talking bout  &lt;br /&gt;Back in time &lt;br /&gt;When you wanted to know my every move &lt;br /&gt;Tired to keep it smooth  &lt;br /&gt;Keepin' up with me  &lt;br /&gt;You drove me crazy ohh baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back there &lt;br /&gt;Let's take it there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you  &lt;br /&gt;Didn't know me &lt;br /&gt;Didn't need me &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to touch me &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't leave me  &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't know how &lt;br /&gt;Far it would go &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't know if  &lt;br /&gt;This was for sure &lt;br /&gt;We just could not  &lt;br /&gt;We just could not get enough of it baby , let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckles love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love &lt;br /&gt;That off the wall won't stop ti'l I get enough kind of love &lt;br /&gt;I need that love &lt;br /&gt;So baby, let's go  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckless love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love  &lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care  &lt;br /&gt;We can have it anywhere  &lt;br /&gt;Kind of love &lt;br /&gt;That wreckless love  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back in time &lt;br /&gt;When our kiss was brand new  &lt;br /&gt;An adventure not perfected &lt;br /&gt;A little hesitant  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back there &lt;br /&gt;Let's take it there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it back in time &lt;br /&gt;When forever was a minute, and eternity was a second &lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing that we have to go back there  &lt;br /&gt;Let's take it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you  &lt;br /&gt;Didn't know me &lt;br /&gt;Didn't need me &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to touch me &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't leave me  &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't know how &lt;br /&gt;Far it would go &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't know if  &lt;br /&gt;This was for sure &lt;br /&gt;We just could not  &lt;br /&gt;We just could not get enough of it baby , let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckles love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love &lt;br /&gt;That off the wall won't stop ti'l I get enough kind of love &lt;br /&gt;I need that love &lt;br /&gt;So baby, let's go  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckless love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love  &lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care  &lt;br /&gt;We can have it anywhere  &lt;br /&gt;Kind of love &lt;br /&gt;That wreckless love  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby, let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckles love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love &lt;br /&gt;That off the wall won't stop ti'l I get enough kind of love &lt;br /&gt;I need that love &lt;br /&gt;So baby, let's go  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have that wreckless love &lt;br /&gt;That crazy love  &lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care  &lt;br /&gt;We can have it anywhere  &lt;br /&gt;Kind of love &lt;br /&gt;That wreckless love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1695469439282168396?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1695469439282168396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=1695469439282168396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1695469439282168396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/1695469439282168396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand head in hand &lt;br /&gt;Turn my face to the wall &lt;br /&gt;If she's gone I can't go on &lt;br /&gt;Feeling two foot small &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere people stare &lt;br /&gt;each and every day &lt;br /&gt;I can see them laugh at me &lt;br /&gt;And I hear them say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away &lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I even try? &lt;br /&gt;I can never win &lt;br /&gt;Hearing them, seeing them &lt;br /&gt;In the state I'm in &lt;br /&gt;How could she say to me &lt;br /&gt;"Love will find a way?" &lt;br /&gt;Gather round all you clowns &lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away &lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZVqGpE10zaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8666809878772786433</id><published>2011-08-16T22:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:38:25.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duffy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7Gwl_kDeOs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly, &lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the days &lt;br /&gt;When you will come my way &lt;br /&gt;Endlessly, &lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep to dream &lt;br /&gt;And you're here again it seems, endlessly &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for you everywhere that I go &lt;br /&gt;In all of the things I do &lt;br /&gt;Still I'll keep looking, 'til I find you, 'til I find you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly, &lt;br /&gt;I turn to every door &lt;br /&gt;And it's you I'm hoping for, so endlessly &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for you every where that I go &lt;br /&gt;In all of the things I do &lt;br /&gt;Still I'll keep looking &lt;br /&gt;'Til I find you &lt;br /&gt;'Til I find you &lt;br /&gt;'Til I find you &lt;br /&gt;'Til I find you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8666809878772786433?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8666809878772786433/comments/default' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-5655258768753808747</id><published>2011-08-15T17:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:05:39.542+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Gameiro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fkt6QHhDws0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço que seja forte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me conforte a cada canto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digas nada que o nada é tanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não me importo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço fica por perto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste aperto tão pouco espaço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais nada, só o silêncio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço que me desperte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me aperte sem me apertar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já estou perto abre os teus braços &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu chegar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nesse abraço que eu descanso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse espaço que me sossega &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando possas dá-me outro abraço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um não chega &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-5655258768753808747?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5655258768753808747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=5655258768753808747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/5655258768753808747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C8QJmI_V3j4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'd leave your side baby &lt;br /&gt;You know me better than that &lt;br /&gt;You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you you're right when you want &lt;br /&gt;And if only you could see into me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you're cold, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in &lt;br /&gt;I will show you, you're so much better than you know &lt;br /&gt;When you're lost and you're alone and you cant get back again &lt;br /&gt;I will find you darling and I will bring you home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to cry &lt;br /&gt;I am here to dry your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And in no time, you'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'd leave your side baby &lt;br /&gt;You know me better than that &lt;br /&gt;You think id leave you down when you're down on your knees &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you you're right when you want &lt;br /&gt;And if only you could see into me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you're cold, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight to me &lt;br /&gt;Oh when you're low &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you're cold, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight to me &lt;br /&gt;Oh when you're low &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2157735375978210184?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2157735375978210184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3319692317922545715</id><published>2011-08-13T22:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:14:34.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Waite'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1SZRGkNgsmA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been livin' with your broken heart &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to play the part &lt;br /&gt;But some pretender with an easy smile can tell you it's alright &lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nothin' if you leave me now, just a hypocrite with broken vows &lt;br /&gt;If I could change the way of circumstance, I'd do it just for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm (still in love) I'm still in love &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) these days (still in love) I find, I'm still in love &lt;br /&gt;I've been staring in an empty glass &lt;br /&gt;In a downtown bar, thinkin' 'bout the past &lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning 'round you like a moth in flames, but I still can't help myself &lt;br /&gt;And should you tell me that you've changed your mind &lt;br /&gt;Made some decisions, gonna cross that line &lt;br /&gt;I can always be available, 'cos time is on my side &lt;br /&gt;I'm (still in love) I'm still in love &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) these days (still in love) I find, I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;Time will tell the truth for us, it can only make us strong, it'll be alright &lt;br /&gt;(Solo) &lt;br /&gt;I'm (still in love) I'm still in love &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) these days (still in love) I find, I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) in your eyes (still in love) in my mind, I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) these days (still in love) I find, I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) can't you see me falling (still in love) I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) these days (still in love) I find, I'm still in love with you &lt;br /&gt;(I'm) can't you see me falling (still in love) I'm still in love with you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3319692317922545715?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3319692317922545715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3319692317922545715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3319692317922545715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3319692317922545715'/><link 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allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I see where I've been &lt;br /&gt;I said that I'd never fall again &lt;br /&gt;Within myself I was wrong &lt;br /&gt;My searchin' ain't over... over &lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You see your world inside her eyes &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You know she's standin' by your side &lt;br /&gt;A joy that lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;There's a band of gold that shines waiting &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere... oh oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't believe that someone is true &lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is so hard to do &lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray tonight &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you're thinking of me girl &lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I... I know that &lt;br /&gt;[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/journey/when+you+love+a+woman_20075868.html ] &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You see your world inside her eyes &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You know she's standin' by your side &lt;br /&gt;A joy that lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;There's a band of gold that shines, waiting &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere... oh..oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make you cry. &lt;br /&gt;When you see her walkin' by &lt;br /&gt;And you look into her eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...oh...oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You see your world inside her eyes &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;Well you know she's standin' by your side &lt;br /&gt;A joy that lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a band of gold that shines... whoa &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman... &lt;br /&gt;When you love, love, love &lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman &lt;br /&gt;You see your world inside her eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4065213666945780311?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4065213666945780311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4065213666945780311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4065213666945780311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4065213666945780311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/journey-when-you-love-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/idE1lsqG2Vc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-7986399819083161238</id><published>2011-08-03T22:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:41:39.943+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Lords'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L6XyuoFABEM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Heard It On The Radio &lt;br /&gt;Somebody Reaching Out Tonight &lt;br /&gt;Another Soul That Never Sleeps &lt;br /&gt;Until The Shadows Touch The Morning Lights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know You Well &lt;br /&gt;I've Been Holding On &lt;br /&gt;Weak And Strong &lt;br /&gt;But Right Or Wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Had To Call Your Number &lt;br /&gt;I Had To Know For Sure, Wow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Really Wanna Fall In Love &lt;br /&gt;Take The Chance Again&lt;br /&gt;Do You Feel Inside &lt;br /&gt;The Fire Never Dies &lt;br /&gt;And It Burns Till The End &lt;br /&gt;Do You Really Wanna Give Enough&lt;br /&gt;Talk All Night &lt;br /&gt;Make Love In The Rain &lt;br /&gt;If You Really Do&lt;br /&gt;All I Ask Of You&lt;br /&gt;Remember My Name&lt;br /&gt;Remember My Name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moment That We Said Hello &lt;br /&gt;I Could Almost See Your Face &lt;br /&gt;Two Voices On The Midnight Phone &lt;br /&gt;With Nothing But Time &lt;br /&gt;To Fill The Space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know You Well &lt;br /&gt;I've Been Holding Tight&lt;br /&gt;Day And Night &lt;br /&gt;Wrong Or Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Had To Call Your Number &lt;br /&gt;I Had To Know For Sure, Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Really Wanna Fall In Love&lt;br /&gt;Talk All Night &lt;br /&gt;Make Love In The Rain &lt;br /&gt;If You Really Do&lt;br /&gt;All I Ask Of You&lt;br /&gt;Remember My Name&lt;br /&gt;Remember My Name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-7986399819083161238?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7986399819083161238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=7986399819083161238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/7986399819083161238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/7986399819083161238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/house-of-lords-remember-my-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L6XyuoFABEM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3024526684046404754</id><published>2011-08-02T17:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:24:25.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Mena'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g6hI55YSW_c?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day, thinking&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a problem, I think I think too much&lt;br /&gt;I've been tought to hold back my tears and avoid them&lt;br /&gt;But you've made pain into something I could touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day, laughing&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd be better off without you here&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are sweet and hard to get over&lt;br /&gt;So I'll cry and people will stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Now that's ok, let them stop and stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I am fragile&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I am free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day, waiting&lt;br /&gt;And waiting is all I seem to do&lt;br /&gt;'cause I never get it unless I'm fed it&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'll just have to&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this time I'll just have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am fragile&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I am free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're not around... am I finished?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not around that's too bad&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're safe and sound, not alone now&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know I believe in you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fragile&lt;br /&gt;I am so hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I am free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am fragile&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I am free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I am fragile&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I am free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3024526684046404754?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3024526684046404754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3024526684046404754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3024526684046404754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3024526684046404754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/maria-mena-fragile-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g6hI55YSW_c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4072669700773428246</id><published>2011-07-24T16:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:16:28.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j-fWDrZSiZs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, &lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it &lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder &lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and &lt;br /&gt;destruction to come back again &lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble &lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again &lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over" &lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet &lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will &lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still &lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass &lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;And you will think &lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4072669700773428246?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4072669700773428246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4072669700773428246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4072669700773428246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4072669700773428246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/dido-white-flag.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j-fWDrZSiZs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4236877798605996656</id><published>2011-07-23T15:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:19:29.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dHtwZ07N1ic?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare&lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave with every piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch&lt;br /&gt;And it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one of you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna make your head burn&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair&lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there&lt;br /&gt;As mine sure won't be shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;But you played it with a beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for&lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold&lt;br /&gt;You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;It all, it all, it all&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4236877798605996656?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4236877798605996656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=4236877798605996656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4236877798605996656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/4236877798605996656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/linkin-park-rolling-in-deep-adele-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dHtwZ07N1ic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-2911934839348438706</id><published>2011-07-17T20:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:03:24.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martina McBride'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DOy028qN-kc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a mile wide ditch&lt;br /&gt;I got a hole inside&lt;br /&gt;The doctor just can't stitch&lt;br /&gt;Gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;You left a hollow place&lt;br /&gt;There's not a stone to mark&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I would hold you&lt;br /&gt;And feel the pounding in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just as empty&lt;br /&gt;As a canyon way out west&lt;br /&gt;That's how deep I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And babe, I love you still&lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of this place I'll never fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a mile wide ditch&lt;br /&gt;I got a hole inside&lt;br /&gt;The doctor just can't stitch&lt;br /&gt;Gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;You left a hollow place&lt;br /&gt;There's not a stone to mark&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll learn to live with&lt;br /&gt;A different kind of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from a sickness&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot give a name&lt;br /&gt;Such a strange sensation&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt before&lt;br /&gt;Missing you has cut me to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a mile wide ditch&lt;br /&gt;I got a hole inside&lt;br /&gt;The doctor just can't stitch&lt;br /&gt;Gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;You left a hollow place&lt;br /&gt;There's not a stone to mark&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-2911934839348438706?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DOy028qN-kc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-3345480576391618836</id><published>2011-07-17T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:57:00.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craig David'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/07JQ29UVd2I?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over, &lt;br /&gt;And it seems as though the writings on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;Superstar you finally made it, &lt;br /&gt;But once your picture becomes tainted, &lt;br /&gt;It's what they call, &lt;br /&gt;The rise and fall (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that I was gonna make it, &lt;br /&gt;Now it's plain for everyone to see, &lt;br /&gt;But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners, &lt;br /&gt;Just casualties, &lt;br /&gt;I know that everything is gonna change, &lt;br /&gt;Even the friends I knew before me go, &lt;br /&gt;But this dream is the life I've been searching for, &lt;br /&gt;Started believing that I was the greatest, &lt;br /&gt;My life was never gonna be the same, &lt;br /&gt;Cause with the money came a different status, &lt;br /&gt;That's when things change, &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own, &lt;br /&gt;Blinded by all the pretty girls I see, &lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to lose my integrity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over, &lt;br /&gt;And it seems as though the writings on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;Superstar you finally made it, &lt;br /&gt;But once your picture becomes tainted, &lt;br /&gt;It's what they call, &lt;br /&gt;The rise and fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be a troublemaker, &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even wanna please the fans, &lt;br /&gt;No autographs, &lt;br /&gt;No interviews, &lt;br /&gt;No pictures, &lt;br /&gt;And less demands, &lt;br /&gt;Given advice that was clearly wrong, &lt;br /&gt;The type that seems to make me feel so right, &lt;br /&gt;But some things you may find can take over your life, &lt;br /&gt;Burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places, &lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere left for me to turn, &lt;br /&gt;Been caught in comprimising situations, &lt;br /&gt;I should have learnt, &lt;br /&gt;From all those times I didn't walk away, &lt;br /&gt;When I knew that it was best to go, &lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over, &lt;br /&gt;And it seems as though the writings on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;Superstar you finally made it, &lt;br /&gt;But once your picture becomes tainted, &lt;br /&gt;It's what they call, &lt;br /&gt;The rise and fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, &lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes, &lt;br /&gt;Think I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;But you don't realise what this means to me, &lt;br /&gt;So let me have, &lt;br /&gt;Just one more chance, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the man I used to be, &lt;br /&gt;Used to beeeeeeeeeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over, &lt;br /&gt;And it seems as though the writings on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;Superstar you finally made it, &lt;br /&gt;But once your picture becomes tainted, &lt;br /&gt;It's what they call, &lt;br /&gt;The rise and fall (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-3345480576391618836?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3345480576391618836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=3345480576391618836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3345480576391618836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/3345480576391618836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/craig-david-rise-fall-studio-version.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/07JQ29UVd2I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-4259114903275467616</id><published>2011-07-16T14:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:56:09.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karla Bonoff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WEgODz555Tw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it was when you came along&lt;br /&gt;You said that you felt weak, with me you were strong&lt;br /&gt;You were sure you'd finally found the way&lt;br /&gt;That makes you the fool who walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;It took two to find the love you buried deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And it took two to promise we would never let it die&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it took two and you know it doesn't seem right&lt;br /&gt;It just takes one to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of making deals and just getting burned&lt;br /&gt;It was different this time, 慶ause you said you'd learned&lt;br /&gt;To say words that you could never say&lt;br /&gt;But the thing you still know best is running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the years go by, you'll see you don't have enough&lt;br /&gt;But just remember you gave up when the going got rough&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it would set you free&lt;br /&gt;But it's true love that you trade can't you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-4259114903275467616?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4259114903275467616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-8731666745249500619</id><published>2011-07-11T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:44:20.674+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoav'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NT7S91LS2yI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fade away like frozen photographs.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, forget&lt;br /&gt;The stakes, the ways you take,&lt;br /&gt;The ways you make the moments pass.&lt;br /&gt;For every regret,&lt;br /&gt;I tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;And I would die if you find out.&lt;br /&gt;I tell a beautiful lie every time that I&lt;br /&gt;did not open up my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;All the same, it’s a game,&lt;br /&gt;it’s a play, it’s a war,&lt;br /&gt;it’s a shame that we’re always fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to cast no blame,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t intend to pretend, I could, never loved you more.&lt;br /&gt;But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;You got a secret – it’s starting to show.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet babe.&lt;br /&gt;How long can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go?&lt;br /&gt;You tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;You tell a beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s going to, it’s going to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;It’s starting to show.&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet babe.&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go, go, go to tell a beautiful lie?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fade away like frozen photographs&lt;br /&gt;Remember, forget&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-8731666745249500619?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8731666745249500619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996307444040027674&amp;postID=8731666745249500619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8731666745249500619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996307444040027674/posts/default/8731666745249500619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/yoav-beautiful-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02454481695892053662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/55364282/1111610'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NT7S91LS2yI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996307444040027674.post-1522743599360314310</id><published>2011-07-11T11:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:40:36.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natasha Bedingfield'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P27MPi3ZhCg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;You're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;Is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;There's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996307444040027674-1522743599360314310?l=dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dia-a-diazinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1522743599360314310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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