Ancora un giorno, resisti ancora un giorno Cri, poi parti.. via, fuori dai maroni.... e per un po' non pensi più a niente. Lavorerai, certo, ma in maniera diversa... e l'aria francese ti schiarirà le idee...


Via, via da tutto... e ci ripenserò al ritorno.. intanto vediamo di godercela sta pseudo vacanza va...

When the full moon turns white that's when I'll come home.
I am going out to see what I can solve.
And I don't know when I'll go.
And I don't know what I'll see.
But I'll try not to bring it back home with me.
Like a morning sun your eye's will folow me.
As you watch me wonder cross the paths of the.
Cus all I want it here right now.
It's already ran off.
Our intentions always has that hill too long.

I'll follow it.
Your voice it sounds all.
Your all I have
And your still there.
I'll follow it.
Your choices paths.
No time can find it.
And your still there.

In the full moons light I listen to the tree's.
And then the sweetest sound I see you calling me.
But I don't know where I am.
And I don't trust who I am.
But if I come home I don't know who I'll be

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