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Thursday, December 11, 2008 - ore 16:15
BACK TO THE 80s
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
When routine bites hard, And ambitions are low, And resentment rides high, But emotions won’t grow, And we’re changing our ways, Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold? You’ve turned away on your side. Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry. Yet there’s still this appeal That we’ve kept through our lives.
But love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again.
You cry out in your sleep, All my failings exposed. And there’s a taste in my mouth, As desperation takes hold. Just that something so good Just can’t function no more.
But love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again
