quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2012

TMTCBM

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move.
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hands,
saying: If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am...
Some tried to hand me money, they don't understand.
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man.
I know it makes no sense, what else can I do?
How can I move on, when I'm still in love with you?

Cause if oneday you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder, where on this earth I could be,
thinking maybe you'd come back here, to the place where we met.
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...

Police men says 'Oh you can't stay here.' I said 'It's someone I'm waiting for.
If it's a day, a month, a year.'
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
if she changes her mind, this is the first place she would go.

People will talk about the guy, who's waiting on a girl,
There are no holes in his shoes, but a big hole in his world.
And maybe I get famous as the man who can't be moved,
and maybe you won't mean to, but you'll see me on the news...
And you'll come running to the corner cause you know it's just for you.

The script.


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