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Sciur

schena. Sciur capitan varda te che ironia, la giacchetta insanguinada pudeva ves la mia, bastava che incuntravi un bastardo come me invece che incuntra quel poor ciful la la le. Sciur

Sciur padrun da li beli braghi bianchi, fora li palanchi, fora li palanchi, sciur padrun da li beli braghi bianchi, fora li palanchi ch?anduma a ca. Sciur

Sciur padrun da li beli braghi bianchi, fora li palanchi, fora li palanchi, sciur padrun da li beli braghi bianchi, fora li palanchi ch?anduma a ca. Sciur

. Sciur capitan varda te che ironia, la giacchetta insanguinada pudeva ves la mia, bastava che incuntravi un bastardo come me invece che incuntra quel poor ciful la la le. Sciur

You got your crust Turning my daydreams into dust Oh look at you over there Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear Yeah look at you over there Ripping

Sciuri Sciura Sciuri Sciura Doolie on their way Sciuri Sciura Sciuri Sciura Doolie on their way I am moron You are ox We are oxymoron You are on fever

From the top of the flight Of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white

Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll Is what I want. It's in my soul It's what I need Indie Rock and Roll It's time Two of us Flipping through a thrift store

Nobody ever had a dream round here But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Nobody ever pulls the seams round here But I don't really