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letra de cooking - scritti politti

if i held a conviction in the palm of my hand love
a day at the start of june
you could see it breathing
and i could feed it blood from a spoon
oh you know i could
get him out of here
long before the republic in a house on the border
and a room where they both were born
while the day was dreaming
i turned around the dusk and the dawn
just because i could
that’s the way it goes

if you need an opinion
or something for monday
i know where they keep your keys
you can call me now and i’ll come and watch you sink to your knees
yeah i think i would
for the little man

way beforе the diversion
in the last days of rеason
the taste of a menthol light
lisa finished living
and i was nearly drunk … but not quite
hold my f—— hands
and the river severn
and the father was told
how try as summer did
winter and the kids
it’s a long way to sat-rday
and the sun was still shining
inside but out of bounds
pretty as it sounds
a mind over matter day
the ghost of a chance was shown her very cross
her candyfloss
her beauty lost to the world
through an avenue of lime trees
the limits of a longing i’ve yet to discover

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