O Floyd sabe ser deprê quando quer, mas ô letrinha verdadeira essa de Time. Vai aí um trechinho em homenagem a tudo o que se faz por dinheiro.
"And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say"
Direto na têmpora: Menininha - Toquinho
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