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venerdì 30 gennaio 2004 - ore 11:03
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're every, everything I need
You are so beautiful to me
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giovedì 29 gennaio 2004 - ore 16:51
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
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giovedì 29 gennaio 2004 - ore 09:46
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Quando la sera
tu ritorni a casa
non ho neanche voglia di parlare
tu non guardarmi
con quella tenerezza
come fossi un bambino
che rimane deluso
Si lo so
che questa
non è certo la vita
che hai sognato un giorno per noi
Vedrai vedrai
vedrai che cambierà
forse non sarà domani
ma un bel giorno cambierà
Vedrai vedrai
che non sei finito sai
non so dirti come e quando
ma vedrai che cambierà
Preferirei sapere che piangi
che mi rimproveri d'averti delusa
e non vederti sempre così dolce
accettare da me
tutto quello che viene
Mi fa disperare
il pensiero di te
e di me che non so darti di più
Vedrai vedrai
vedrai che cambierà
forse non sarà domani
ma un bel giorno cambierà
Vedrai vedrai
che non sei finito sai
non so dirti come e quando
ma vedrai che cambierà.
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mercoledì 28 gennaio 2004 - ore 11:56
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mercoledì 28 gennaio 2004 - ore 09:41
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She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here
To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back
She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my handa
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines.
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martedì 27 gennaio 2004 - ore 11:12
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martedì 27 gennaio 2004 - ore 09:21
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And so she woke up
]from where she was lying still
Said we got to do something about where we’re going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving train
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha la la la de day
Singing ha la la la de day
Sweet the sin
But the bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice, you know
I took the poison, from the poison stream,
Then I floated out of here
Singing ha la la la de day
Singing ha la la la de day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand still
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lunedì 26 gennaio 2004 - ore 17:47
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lunedì 26 gennaio 2004 - ore 15:11
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lunedì 26 gennaio 2004 - ore 11:52
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