You were pretty as a picture
It was all there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychology
With a mouth full of teeth
You ate all your friends
And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
You speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
e poi c'e' anche qualcosa prettamente per me, naturalmente...
Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Right, on to London, lift-off is scheduled at 9:50 am CET tomorrow...
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