sentono i bambini. A cosa pensano i negozianti quando vendono, a cosa pensano i romanzieri quando scrivono, che cosa sognano le fidanzate quando baciano, che cosa
Traduzione: Alice. A Cosa Pensano.
I'd swim out I'll keep you in my mouth And hope to never take you out This means more than love on a silver screen And much more than love in a magazine
s just not you so I'm just not done I could make a million calls to new tongues I could find a million girls, I want one You could draw a million lines
[Verse 1] You wanna feel that high You wanna break that glass You wanna push that gas grab that wheel yes roll that die You wanna feel that push You
you go now Out that doorway I won't say you're wrong But you know that I'll worry about you Isn't it bad you've been a good victim You thought I was
like a hurricane a hurricane So listen to me come I only love you for a day And it'll go a faster day You're spinning something like A hurricane a hurricane
only felt one thing that's how I know now I miss the days? and the folks that I shared them with This song right here goes out to all that cared a bit
more Saturday nights do you have left to run free? You got your women waiting outside, when will you go make her complete? You see a burden she sees a
Been working all week She's been flirtin all night Wishing she could own me But I come with a lot of baggage And a lot of ego, and a lot of fashion Just
know Only something beautiful will change the brightest of the glow I don't wanna go blind so I go find a Another bad taste a dark place for a good time A
a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on the side So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a
bar e il giornalaio pero non fare tardi troppo tardi sai che c'e una cosa che mi da un po troppo fastidio se c'e una cosa che io nn sopporto e quando
fate. Now the damage is done in a time of great tribulation. I forgot my shovel at your grave I?ll need it back in case anyone else misbehaves. A higher
The walk there was better than the walk home i feel lucky that there were no streetlights stowaways walking it off block my sight, and i've been living
but I forget the world and everything around me that's what I think when I think about you The streets are filled with too many babies black air in a