| What mostly bothers you is my breathlessness and I’ll certainly try to control
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| it.
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| What mainly anooys yoou is the awfull weired colour of my shoes,
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| but I’m ready to go for miles and miles without…
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| Ain’t that romantic and unrealistic, passionate?
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| Ain’t that romantic and shameful enough?
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| What mostly bothers you is my irregular breathing and I’ll surely try to
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| control it.
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| It’s always exciting this conscious and dizzy freefall and I thank you for
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| pusching me, as usual, from the top…
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| Ain’t that romantic and unrealistic, passionate?
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| Ain’t that romantic and visionary, extravagant?
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| Ain’t that romantic and fanciul, bellissimo?
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| Ain’t that romantic and shameful enough?
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| It’s killing all my inspiration, this boring daily affection.
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| No melodramatic, whispered songs, you’re the writer and I am the pale ink of
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| your words…
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| Ain’t that romantic and unrealistic, passionate?
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| Ain’t that romantic and shameful enough?
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| Ain’t that romantic enough?
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| Ain’t that romantic enough?
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| Ain’t that romantic enough? |