Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
Id like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
Come se ti avessi conosciuto...
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La forma della strada è la strada stessa. (C. McCarthy)
R 1150 GS adv
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