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The Housemartins - Build

Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots.
Treated us like plasticine town
They build us up and knocked us down.

From Meccano to Legoland,
Here they come with a brick in their hand,
Men with heads filled up with sand,
It's build.

Chorus:
It's build a house where we can stay,
Add a new bit everyday.
It's build a road for us to cross,
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots.

Whistling men in yellow vans
They came and drew us diagrams.
Showed us how it all worked out
And wrote it down in case of doubt.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick,
It's wall to wall and brick to brick,
They work so fast it makes you sick,
It's build.

Chorus
It's build a house where we can stay,
Add a new bit everyday.
It's build a road for us to cross,
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots.

Down with sticks and up with bricks,
In with boots and up with roots,
It's in with suits and new recruits,
It's build

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Eu tenho saudades
dos momentos que não vivi,
das pessoas que não amei,
dos sonhos que não realizei.

Eu fico lembrando
dos dias que eu não liguei
das horas que ignorei
os minutos que se foram
e que eu não deixei marcas na areia.

Eu fico imaginando
E se tivesse sido diferente,
se eu tivesse visto mais
feito mais
amado mais?

Parece que algo me falta,
um eixo,
um passado,
uma amizade,
boas lembranças.

Eu fico com saudades
daquele tempo que eu podia
mas não sabia como fazer.

Não entendia que no futuro,
o que nos resta é só a lembrança,
do carinho,
dos passos,
da amizade que se foi.