Where are you going, with your long face pulling down
Don’t hide away, like an ocean
But you can’t see, but you can smell
And the sound waves crash down
I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be
Where are you going, where do you go
Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars
If along the way you are growing weary
You can rest with me until a brighter day
You're okay
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I want to be
Where are you going, where do you go
Where do you go, where are you going
Where do you go
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be
Where do you go
Where are you going
Let’s go
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Em resposta à tua pergunta, respondo também com uma letra de uma música de Cole Porter:
Every time I look down on this timeless town
whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris every moment,
every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.
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