me ed il vento ha sparpagliato le tue foto e le mie idee ma mi rimane un chiodo fisso forse niente, forse te e adesso parlo con le stelle come mi hai
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Summer journeys to Niagra and to other places Aggravate all our cares, we'll save our fares I've a cozy little flat in what is known as Old Manhattan
I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware
Live on the fat man?s dime Stevedores bear the chair you ride Show mercy girl, show the ghost to me Your ornaments and gimcrackery Navigating by the
Ladies and gentlemen This is your station master speaking Welcome aboard this reggae train Please make yourself at home 'Cause this is a nonstop service
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Laute Stille füllt das Zimmer denn wir schweigen so wie immer. Meine Blicke geh'n verloren auf dem weiten Weg zu dir. Und wir beide sind wie Fremde
Gardener's daughter stopped me on my way on the day I was to wed "It is you who I wish to share my body with," she said "We'll find a dry place under
I really can't stay Baby it's cold outside I've got to go away Baby it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice
I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic! I only want you to think I'm fantastic. I'll participate in what you believe, If you give me the attention! Yeah, yeah
Once I begged the stars to take me with 'em Once I lost my tongue and eyes to be worthy Now i'm entering the halls of eternity The pain is incredible,
La La La La... There is a place in outerspace I wanna go No crime scenes, no magazines or TV shows Bridge: Jump in the car, right where you are
in my paradise Put a crocodile in high office And something out of place inside When all is said and all is done My hands that work with a fire and steel
I don't hurt anybody by walking barefoot I don't hurt anybody by working in the garden I don't hurt anybody by just running around at night I don't hurt
The stars up above that play with laughing sam's dice They make us feel the world was made for us The zodiac glass that bleams come through the skies
For he's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid Cover it with gas and set it on fire He's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid Cover it with gas and
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg] Ardent starshine upon my face, the monumental nightsky reveal its torches. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming
