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Public folders  10.07 villa prati (solito giovedì da urlo)
Alla mia età....
Che rumore fa la felicità?(+1 ma -1/2)
Comply Ila + concerto Alex Britti (meglio tardi ke mai)
Comply Marti!!
Farei anche a meno della nostalgia che da lontano torna x portarti via..(nn ti scordar mai di me.)
Goodbye Stone - villa prati
IL MIO CELL NN E' ROTTO (PARTE 1& PARTE2)
Pezzi di me
Pubblica
Solito giovedì sera
Una bella serata
WonderWoman
August 20 See a grown man cry / Now watch him dieAre you still alive?
Open you eyes upon this summer blackout
I know you're out there somewhere
I wonder if you're thinking what I'm thinking
Do you ever think about you and me
and the summer nights we passed through?
They were some of the best times of my life
Do summer nights ever break your heart? See a grown man cry / Now watch him dieI HATE TO THINK OF YOU
I HATE THE MEMORIES
THEY ALWAYS LEAD UP TO THE PART WHERE YOU DUMPED ME
LAST WEEK YOU SENT ME A LETTER
TELLING ME THAT YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ME
AND HOW YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND
YOUR BEAUTY IS A DIEASE
A SHARP BLADE THAT KEEPS CUTTING NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
SCAR TISSUE IS STRONGER THAN NORMAL FLESH
YOU ARE TURNING ME INTO A LIVING SCAR
I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO THANK YOU OR MYSELF See a grown man cry / Now watch him dieBe careful with your face
Be careful with your eyes
Be careful with what you say
You can't retract a single thing you do
Every action is true
Some people don't care about apologies
When you lose your temper
You throw in all your cards
You give them everything they need to pull you apart
Be careful with what you let show
Be careful with what you hold back and how you do it
Some people can read faces like headlines See a grown man cry / Now watch him dieYou looked into my eyes and all you could see was jungle
There are some people that you can't get close to
You find that you cant find them
They hide themselves too well See a grown man cry / now watch him dieYou thought that they were your friends
You see that you were wrong
No one will pick you up
That's what they do best
They let you fall
They tell you that you're beautiful
Can't you see what they've done to you
They wrecked your beautiful face
They sold your smile
They turned you into garbage
You fell hard
I came running
It was too late
They stole the jewels from your eyes
The last time I saw you
You were a museum piece Benvenuto nel mio Spaces!
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bacio Tvbene!
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