— Tem dias que você fica aí, com essa cara.

— E outros que você me derrete as bolas com essas bobagens. Puta merda. Como se já não me bastasse o breu.

— Viu? Você só faz não ver. Uma coisa meio.

— Meio o que?

— Uma coisa meio mesmo.

— Ah.   

Jesus wrote a blank check,

One I haven't cashed quite yet.

I hope I've got a little more time.

I hope it's not the end of the line.

Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank check.

One I haven't cashed yet, all right.



But if I had to choose a number,

I'd want it to be number one.

I don't want to be number two.

Yeah, I don't want to be number four.

But I can hear a knock on the door.

Jesus wrote a blank check, all right.



If Jesus saw me dying,

Would angels come a flying down?

I hope I've got a little more time.

I hope somebody lends me a dime.

Now, Jesus wrote a blank check.

Ah, one I haven't cashed yet.



Still I build my towers high.

I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.

Still I wallow in the mire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.



Still I build my towers high.

I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.

Still I wallow in the mire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.



Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.

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Cake

Foto: Márcio Bracali