Por vezes, o sonho faz nos lembrar uma névoa; temos a noção do sonho depois de acordar, pois apercebemo-nos finalmente que aquilo não era real. Era qualquer coisa abstracta
(nice dream) - Radiohead
They love me like I was a brother
They protect meListen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine
Made me happy
Nice Dream
I call up my friend, the good angel
But she’s out with
Her ansaphone
She says that she would love to come help but
The sea would
Electrocute us all
Nice Dream
(If you think that you’re strong enough,
If you think you belong enough)
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