"All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of
A flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking
Very old tonight"
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Smiths é uma escolha pouco convencional para o Dia Mundial do Rock... mas, ainda assim, hoje eu estou mais em um dia "qual a diferença?" do que num dia rocker...
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