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Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you
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Canzone della bambina portoghese (Francesco Guccini)
E poi e poi, gente viene qui e ti dice
Di sapere gia' ogni legge delle cose
E tutti, sai, vantano un orgoglio cieco
di verita' fatte di formule vuote
E tutti, sai, ti san dire come fare,
Quali leggi rispettare, quali regole osservare,
Qual e' il vero vero,
E poi, e poi, tutti chiusi in tante celle,
Fanno a chi parla piu' forte
Per non dir che stelle e morte fan paura.
Al caldo del sole, al mare scendeva la bambina portoghese
Non c'eran parole, rumori soltanto come voci sospese.
Il mare soltanto, e il su
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I'd never call this an unpleasant situation
I'd never teach you how to lie
But sometimes I have been walking numb
And I must catch myself before I cry
Before I cry
I never call anything ugly
I never call anything strange and alone
I never want to, take things lightly
Like they have never been my own
Oh, don't - now I haven't heard it yet
Oh, don't - I havn't heard
But I know them - and they are inclined to see
Just who is
And isn't
A lover in the city
I always thought I would be star bright
I always thought you'd feel it too
But someti
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Sometimes we laugh like children
Go running holding hands
I never felt like this before,
I never will again
Sometimes we cry like babies
I hold you to my heart.
I just can't stand to see you sad,
It tears me all apart
And we're so afraid and it's such a shame,
There is no reason we should doube it.
The things we want to say we'ver never said!
And we look away and it's all ok and
Never really talk about it
It's a shame the way we dance along the edge
Dance along the edge.
We always seem so careful,
We're always so unsure.
Our past mista
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