My words are my world
my prison, my walls
the stairs that i climb
to get me gently in the skies
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Each day of my life
seems a different song
-just like the sea-
first a warm embrace
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Revengeful mind
that in heaven dwells
you gave us hope
that like ice it melts
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Eleven men were marching in the graveyard
playing a music that made shake my feet
they were all dressed in coal black clothes
and i thought they had someone to meet
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-Your bonds are strong enough
I will break them
Then we’ll laugh
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Pensando a te non vedo niente piu
Neanche pensando a me vedo niente
Oramai...
Sento soltanto le voci delle serate
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P A U L T I B B E T S
Summer-Crime
And the living isn't easy
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The day you came into this world, a few years after I came, I was neither a small child nor an old man. Even know, if you would ask me, I don’t know what I really was: was I the small child playing carelessly at the playground or the old man sitting bored and tired on a bench?
Anyway, the fact is that when you came home you filled the closet with your clothes; elegant, expensive and so many! ! ! ! For crying out loud what on earth were you doing with so many clothes? Nevertheless, one was for sure: you were already a member of our family!
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