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Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians'

I won't to tell of my love to the red, red rose Or the running brook where the sweet magnolia grows I won't tell of my love to every little star Or the

Oversættelse: Katja Ebstein. Og du ville være den eneste mand i verden.

: Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for

Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what

The last time we spoke, you left in tears. This time its not me, but i think you fear an uncertain future, where everythings new, you need a shoulder

You confuse me With the many faces That you wear. You amuse me By pretending That you don?t care I have waited For this moment To disappear You contemplated

Time is all that keeps us blind We dance around these sleepy rhymes Yes I'll keep this stance No I don't believe in chance. Ahh ha ha ha I'm a contender

dolce che ho ora sia li'con te ........ Ti mando un bacio con il vento e so che tu lo sentirai ti volterai senza vedermi chiudendo gli occhi capirai Ti mando