A letra de hoje me lembra momentos bons de boemia e boas companhias que não me deixam ir bem lá dentro da razão e pensar: "cara, já estou muito louca, tenho que ir pra casa e acordar de manhã" . Quando vejo, já se passou uma hora que eu pensei isso e ainda estou lá me divertindo. Isso não é demais? A banda também é demais e essa música é indispensável para esses momentos. Ah, eu interpreto a letra assim, mas pode ser diferente, claro.
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Deep Inside - Incubus, do álbum S.C.I.E.N.C.E
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It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered out of bounds again!
(Over and over, we ask ourselves
why we don't utilize
things that are stored deep inside of our brains!)
I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?
Man, I've got to find my way back home,
but I'm too deep inside
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It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"Where did I go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"
Over and over, we ask ourselves
why don't we utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains!
I'm on my own and I can't see straight?
Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
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It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" (again, again!!!!)
I'm way too deep inside to go home...
I've got to get sane!
