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Autobiografia

Cosa restera per me sotto il velo di ruggine? cosa ne sara di me sopra il ghiaccio piu fragile? chissa che cosa ne sara forse questa solitudine e l'autobiografia

Mia?em dziesi?? lat Gdy us?ysza? o nim ?wiat W mej piwnicy by? nasz klub Kumpel radio znii??s? Us?ysza?em blue suede shoes I nie mog?em w nocy spa? Wiatr

El mundo no es lo que veia desde la ventana de mi cuarto en el verano del ?78 vi una nube que creia y mi infancia que se iba Fui de Managua hasta Tijuana

: El mundo no es lo que veia desde la ventana de mi cuarto en el verano del ?78 vi una nube que creia y mi infancia que se iba Fui de Managua hasta Tijuana

You think you know me Word on the street is that you do You want my history What others tell you won't be true I walked a thousand miles while everyone

[Bonus Track] We laughed, we cried And all the while we felt so alive It was you and me You grabbed my hand and made me see What it could feel like

Hey you, living for tomorrow You sell your dreams for a bucket of change Hey you, smokin' up your sorrow, Just pointing fingers at someone to blame Hey

Here, here i am again And im starin at these same four walls Alone again And now, all the colors blend And im growing numb and I've become This empty

On a Monday, I am waiting Tuesday, I am fading And by Wednesday, I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the darkness is a clear view Cuz