Trying to protect yous

Placebo, Protect me from what I want

It's that desease of the age
It's that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home

Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me, protect me

Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all alone

Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me, protect me

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Parecem coelhinhos... Querem comer, foder, dormir e pouco mais... Depois ficam deprimidos e percebem que não se conseguem convencer porque não basta porem umas orelhas, andarem aos saltinhos e sem pensar fazerem tudo o que lhes apetece...
"Todas as coisas, animadas e inanimadas, cumprem uma função própria ou enfrentam a indignidade."
- Claude Lévin