All I know, is when I'm with you. You make me feel so good, through and through. The way you walk & the way you talk. You know you look so good, you make me forget about (all I know).
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(Mark Spiro). . Maybe he lives in the city. Workin' on a college degree. Or maybe he's a boy in Paris. Tryin' to paint a picture of me. . So I'm sorry that I can't go any further with you.
I saw an old friend of our today. She asked about you and I didn't quite know what to say. Heard you've been makin' the rounds round here. While I've been tryin' to make the tears disappear.
He prays for the harvest to bring a record yield. Five generations counting on his work out in these fields. The only life he knows is the soil that he tills.
Why make war when we can make peace. Blocking the path we walk on. Fuck their judgment, take a stand. Put your dreams in the spotlight. . I'm falling, but I won't let it stop me.
This is all going all to shit. What can I do, it's me and you ruined. So now I'm leaving, scratching out my eyes. From sights I've seen, done being keen.
In my life. In my time and in each line I've ever sung. And in my life. Was it my imagination or are you still the one. Who lingers on. I'd do anything for you.
All I'm after is to be on your winning side. All I need is to be turning back the tide. 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead. What you're thinking could be anybody's guess.
2. A Place to Sleep Among the Creeps. and we chase our tails,. around in circles like we drink,. because we like our tails,. at least we like to think..
Prende quota il ritmo della notte. fra tamburi e canti di guru. e sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto. c'e' quel movimento clandestino. di cantine blues..
Scelti da chissa' che mano. per esser buttati in mezzo alla nebbia. per chi alla nebbia si e' gia rassegnato. ed ha spalle curve e vestiti umidi. Corse finite al mattino.
Sopravvissuti a troppi sorrisi. avuti troppe volte senza un perche'. Sopravvissuti alle nostre domande. che son grosse, son tante. e spesso ridicole. Sopravvissuti e sopravviventi.
Forse e' uno buttato via,. forse e' uno zorro, forse una spia,. forse e' il poeta che non ha mai scritto niente. Forse e' uno comunque sia,. basta che respiri e che non se ne vada via.
Che or'e', scusa ma che or'e'. che non lo posso perdere. l'ultimo spettacolo.. Fine del mondo in Mondovisione.. Diretta da S. Pietro per l'occasione. La Borsa sale, i maroni no.
All I have.. All I have.. All I have.. All I have.. . This is all I have,. you can't fucking change who I am.. This is all I have,. and if you disrespect,.
I can't understand. What I do wrong half the time. My judgment is blurred. From this last year of defeat. . I never once acted like. This before I met you.