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Mi sono distesa in mezzo a un prato in fiore di fiori finti fiori che mi toccano e mi baciano fiori con occhi e gambe che corrono e non si fermano Sono
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[Di Pete Shelley (Buzzcocks) -Singles Going Steady- EMI CDP 7 46449 2 (1979)] I just want a love like any other What di I get? I only want a friend who
I can't seem to make you mine I can't seem to make you mine You're flyin' around like a bee Hurtin' everything you see I tried everything I know To
I can't stand still cause you've got me goin Your slacks are low and your hips are showin I take you girl as you're standing there Your low cut slacks
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend I was in a can In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice
Someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm I know, it's been comin' for some time When it's over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day I
Leave your cares behind come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor
You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are
I bought a '34 Wagon and we call it a Woodie Surf city, here we come You know, it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie Surf city, here we come
When the truth is found to be lies And all the joys within you dies Don't you want somebody to love Don't you need somebody to love Wouldn't you love
There's a new sun Risin' up angry in the sky And there's a new voice [Incomprehensible] "We're not afraid to die" Let the old world make believe It's