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parole da studiare
Been gone a long time
I kinda lost my way, can't find you
And I caught a short ride
To the grave and back this season
I can try to get by
But every time I start to panic
I'm a little bit shy
A bit strange and a little bit manic
La da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da
La da da da, da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da
I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor
Cut up by sharpened rocks, and washed up along the shore
I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand
Made it's way through my heart, had fun in the promised land
