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More than words

Extreme
More than words
Music&lyrics by Nuno Bettencurt (1990)

Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
Its not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

Now Ive tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close dont ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you

Missing….presumed having a good time

Your own sweet way
Notting Hillbillies
Music by Mark Knopfler

There is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
You’ll do what you want to
You’ll go your own sweet way
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
Now I can talk to you serious
I can talk to you nice
But when it comes to love
You won’t take good advice
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
It doesn’t matter what I say
What I do or what I think
You can lead a horse to water
You can’t make him drink
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You’ll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way

Má sorte!

Alfama
Lyrics by Pedro Ayres Magalhães
Music by Pedro Ayres Magalhães & Rodrigo Leão

Agora,
que lembro,
As horas ao longo do tempo;
Desejo,
Voltar,
Voltar a ti,
desejo-te encontrar;
Esquecida,
em cada dia que passa,
nunca mais revi a graça
dos teus olhos
que eu amei.
Má sorte,
foi amor que não retive,
e se calhar distrai-me…
– Qualquer coisa que encontrei.