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O Bico de Gás

Quarta-feira, 13.12.06

E depois de amanhã?

I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here

I can't wait to see you all

And I'm counting the days, dear

I still believe that there's gold

At the end of the world

And I'll come home

To Illinois

On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard

And it's cold here

And I'm tired of taking orders

And I miss old Rockford town

Up by the Wisconsin border

But I miss you won't believe

Shoveling snow and raking leaves

And my plane will touch tomorrow

On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes

Every night

And I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies

Everyone buys

About what it means to be a soldier

I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel

About all the blood that's been spilled

Look out on the street

Get me back home

On the day after tomorrow

You can't deny

The other side

Don't want to die

Any more than we do

What I'm trying to say,

Is don't they pray

To the same God that we do?

Tell me, how does God choose?

Whose prayers does he refuse?

Who turns the wheel?

And who throws the dice

On the day after tomorrow?


I'm not fighting

For justice

I am not fighting

For freedom

I am fighting

For my life

And another day

In the world here

I just do what I've been told

You're just the gravel on the road

And the one's that are lucky

One's come home

On the day after tomorrow

And the summer

It too will fade

And with it comes the winter's frost, dear

And I know we too are made

Of all the things that we have lost here

I'll be twenty-one today

I've been saving all my pay

And my plane will touch down

On the day after tomorrow

And my plane it will touch down

On the day after tomorrow


Day After Tomorrow

Tom Waits

[que acabou agora uma excelente actuação desta música no
Daily Show]

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