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Di chiOriginariamente Scritto da Ienasono gelosa^2... anzi, gelosa^n... rettifico, gelosa^n!

I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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Lo so, sarebbe troppo bello per essere cosi'Originariamente Scritto da Iena
Hai paura parli di te?
Tranqui, non sei tu
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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Un uomo finche' non e' impegnato.... e' libero!
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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[QUOTE=Iena]Quindi, finchI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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[QUOTE=Iena]Nu, non piI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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Go on now, they won't tell
Go on now, save yourself
Go on now, they won't tell
Go on now, save yourself
Go on now, they won't tell
Go on now, save yourself
You are gonna change the world like you say
You are in for yourself, no one else!
And since you ain't what you say
Then just go away
Some don't lie!
Some don't lie!I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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