L'altro viso della moneta – Pietro Vinci

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L'altro viso della moneta – Pietro Vinci
Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up, and breathe me
I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye
You were the shadow to my light Did you feel us Another start You fade away Afraid our aim is out of sight Wanna see us Alive
"I know your soul;
I'll be your home"
You flew through the sun and into my heart How bright your gaze And you move through the sound pounding into my heart There is no escape
Looks like a Cinnamon Roll, is Actually a Cinnamon Roll: Darren Frekering
Looks like a Cinnamon Roll, but can Actually Kill You: Philip Dunbroch
Looks like They Can Kill You, can Actually Kill You: Lukas Kirchner
Looks like They Can Kill You, but is Actually a Cinnamon Roll: August Turner
«Come with me». He was desperate. It was not a request, nor an order, it looked more like a plea
August, 'Leave this blue neighbourhood. Never knew loving could hurt this good'.