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Aceto.

Niente di estremo, solamente aceto. E un puro, sanguinario malessere che sostiene le mie radici.

Si spezzano i rami, subentra l'inverno, si smuove il colosso.

Mi appresto all'ascolto dei suoni di fine anno

a night like this...

Say goodbye on a night like this

If it's the last thing we ever do

You never looked as lost as this

Sometimes it doesn't even look like you

It goes dark

It goes darker still

Please stay

But I watch you like I'm made of stone

As you walk away...

 

I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night

A witch hunt for another girl

For always and ever is always for you

Your trust

The most gorgeously stupid thing I ever cut in the world

 

Say hello on a day like today

Say it everytime you move

The way that you look at me now

Makes me wish I was you

It goes deep

It goes deeper still

This touch

And the smile and the shake of your head...

 

I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night

Can't stand here like this anymore

For always and ever is always for you

I want it to be perfect

Like before...

I want to change it all

 

I want to change




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Pubblicato il 31/12/2005 alle 0.14 nella rubrica Diario.

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