If I only could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you You laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road And the
you always make money Easy money With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson
Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and
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Traduzione: King Crimson. Larks Tongues 'In Aspic Part Iii.
Traduzione: King Crimson. Larks Tongues 'In Aspic, Part Two.
Traduzione: King Crimson. Larks Tongues 'In Aspic, Part One.
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