Well there's a party for me,
the last thing I wanted
What shall I do, just to feel
A little over zero,
Sai, la gente e' strana
Prima si odia e poi si
When I'm looking for the perfect things
Some fantasies they save
I don’t know if I’ll ever tell you this story
Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn’t see stars shining
It is just raining
It is just micro macro mood
It is
Get back on the road
Turn those headlights on
You
Stop
Calling me with a name
Stop
Talking about me, I am nowhere
You
Come speak to me easy like hands on skin
Come speak
Oh I should not be worried
There's a white land and
Oh, what a pleasure it's being crashed by the
power of
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away
Your daughter is a dancer living in Buenos Aires
Sleeping on
I'd like to sit on the grass for a while
and
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