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w h e n t h e s u n s h i n e s , w e s h i n e t o g e t h e r*June 07 There'sSomeoneForEveryone*This time I wonder what it feels like `Cause nobody wants to be the last one there. `Cause nobody wants to go it on their own Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight ‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there `Cause nobody wants to go it on their own You can´t give up! ‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there. Nobody wants to go it on their own Nobody wants to be the last one there May 12 Briciole*
Non c'è più niente niente niente che mi leghi a te Mi sento un vuoto da disperdere, toccare il fondo per capire che è un nuovo giorno senza te...
*They say bad things happen for a reason but no wise words gonna stop the bleeding cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving And when a heart breaks no I don't breakeven* March 29 Goodbye*Tragedies happens. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No.
I realize now that when your heart breaks,
you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive.
Because you are... and the pain you feel, it's life.
That's remind you that somewhere out there is something better...
and that something is worth fighting for.
March 15 LoveAndDeath*[..] E così abbiamo cominciato a capire un pò delle loro vite,
scoprivamo memorie ed esperienze a noi sconosciute.
Sentivamo come si è imprigionati nella condizione di ragazza,
come rendeva la mente più attiva e sognatrice,
e come alla fine si faceva a capire quali colori andassero bene insieme.
Scoprimmo che le ragazze in realtà erano donne travestite,
che capivano l'Amore e la Morte.
E il nostro compito altro non era che fare quel chiasso
che sembrava affascinarle tanto.
Capimmo che sapevano tutto di noi e
che noi non potevamo comprenderle affatto.
IL GIARDINO DELLE VERGINI SUICIDE*
February 02 YouCan'tMeasureHeart*
Numbers are funny. They can measure you, time you, and analyze you all they want, but they all know what really matters is how you play the game. He thinks I've lost a step because of my accident, so he's gonna play me tight. I haven't. Now he'll back off because he doesn't want to get beat off the dribble... just a half step. That's a mistake. You ever hear the expression you can't measure heart? Well the truth is they can't measure any of it: heart... want... need. They think I can't play point guard. But Q knew I could. You can't measure a dream.
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