Giro cor cortello quando giro per Tufello giro cor cortello quando passo di qui Giro cor cortello quando giro per Tufello giro cor cortello quando passo
prendimi fammi volare odiami senza rancore amami senza parole vivimi senza pensare prendimi fammi volare odiami senza rancore Amami senza parole vivimi senza pensare prendimi fammi volare odiami senza rancore
ami piu me!) Tu non mi ami piu! (?ed io non amo piu te!) E inutile oramai, far finta di non capire Da me ora sentirai quello' che tu non vuoi dire Salutiamoci senza rancore
Imaginando volamos de verdad, nos podemos elevar. en la mente se encuentra el origen de todo lo que nos empuja a vivir, nos ponemos a inventar. imaginando
She holds a grudge like no other woman I ever met before Yeah, there are some tears, then after it's like a million years Well, she comes around but I
it up at the rhythm ranch [Incomprehensible] romance Uh huh, baby, that's the rhythm ranch Yeah, that's the rhythm ranch That's the rhythm ranch That's the rhythm ranch
Mother hold your breath 'cause I will never be Any of the things That you have planned for me Mother hold your tears 'cause I am happy now My free and
to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado
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ground Drivin' through Jersey headed for D.C. Look at all the boarded up factories All the kings men have a summerhouse in France But you and me live on the radiation ranch
ranch The big ranch, the big ranch Let's go down to the big ranch The big ranch, the big ranch Let's go down to the big ranch The big ranch, the big
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I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a sky of blue And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two No more sittin' at home leave the TV and the telephone
It's killin? me to write the word goodbye I've wadded up and tossed a thousand tries We both know the reason there ain't nothing to explain But I know
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car so I grabbed my old guitar
One, two, three, four You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned
