usei o refrão desta cancão (de que sempre gostei muito) numa conversa para ilustrar a lógica minimalista da américa do norte...
eu já fui mais complicado e vivia pior.
We rode for a while
Till the sun went away
And I realized it was a sort of an honor
Bein'around this girl
I felt embarassed
Of what I tried to do earlier that day
She was the saddest girl, I ever knew
She told me stories about the indian nations
And how the white man stole their lives away
And although she kinda liked me
She could never lust me
And when the sun comes up
We'd go our different ways
contém pequeníssima imprecisão
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