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parole da studiare
Do you remember the taste of my lips that night
I stole a bit of my mother's perfume?
Cause I remember when my father put his fist through the wall and separated the dining room
And I remember the fear in your eyes
The very first time we snuck into the city pool
Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath
Didn't know where we were running to
Don't look back
We'll be looking for sunlight
Or the headlights
Till our wide eyes burn blind
We'll be lacing the same shoes
That we've worn through
To the bottom of the line
And we know that we're headstrong
And our heart's gone
And the timing's never right
But for now let's get away
On a Roman holiday
Could you imagine the taste of your lips if we never tried to kiss on the drive to Queens?
