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l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
babylon -- dove vado sognare
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
desolato e solo
mi sono levato in piedi
non sia arrabbiato con me
città che non è una città

 



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