Even in a Trice

It's Friday night and I'm still at home
Someone call me at the phone
Without even laying my guitar I go lazily answer
- Hello
- Hello
- Hello, how are you?
I get dumb
- Don't you remember me?
Step by step my voice come back
And I say to her I don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
I guess that I get pale, my blood freeze in my veil
I try to close the door astonished from skin to core
I don't know why this girl is calling me after all this time
What changed in her life?
But I said to her I don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
- How is you band doing?
- Well... but... I mean it's fine
- What makes you call me?
- I am very sad and have... I have a long story to tell you
- I am sorry but I can't help you, I have to play with the guys
Instead of this there'll be a birthday party
But call someday cause I don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice
Don't forget you even in a trice



Credits
Writer(s): José Roberto Coutinho
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