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With no free breath I crouch and stare a dead machine to take me there the worst of prisons in barren stone the savage/saddest depths I work alone A
Ready now I had to clean myself off Settle down Make it out of this rut safely I'll flee and think it's time to let go Think I felt the safety in the
Pulenta e galena fregia e un fantasma in soe la veranda barbera cume' petroli e anca la loena me paar che sbanda... cadrega che fa frecass e buca verta
Översättning: The Frames. Galena.
Pulenta e galena fregia e un fantasma in soe la veranda barbera cume' petroli e anca la loena me paar che sbanda... cadrega che fa frecass e buca
: Pulenta e galena fregia e un fantasma in soe la veranda barbera cume' petroli e anca la loena me paar che sbanda... cadrega che fa frecass e buca
Well, she was precious like a flower She grew wild, wild but innocent A perfect prayer in a desperate hour She was everything beautiful and different
I thought of walkin' out on you It's crossed my mind a time or two Nights we almost called it a day And days we almost threw our love away We've thrown
Well I only came into this bar To hear a sad song But I'll probably be here all night long The way I'm feeling now I couldn't get you on the phone So
If I could have my way I'd be sleeping in the alley On a couch with a friend and a bottle of gin If I could have my way I'd be runnin' with the circus
Am I the snake inside your garden The sugar in your tea The knock upon your back door The twist that turns your key Am I the sweat you feel on your hand
When I was a child I dreamed like a child of wonder With my back in the grass My eyes to the sky to see I believed in the stars I knew they cast a spell
