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quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittŕ
cosě caduto
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
il prato stava strisciando
l'aria č piena l'alba del e la molla
all'interno della mia mano tengo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
poco parco che attraverso
dite che lo amate
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
le vecchie canzoni
fiori dei bambini
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi

 



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