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including yours Of refusing to combine What is very clear to guess At least if you're afraid as me That there is nothing else for us No other psychic

It's just because we forgot to tell the difference between here and hell or these things meaning the same but using just another name it's all about

It seems to be a gift one that never should have been - nullifying any if by proclaiming deeper sins extraordinary like anybody else and me somehow

In the world of possibilities where everybody gets absurd the trick lies in the way we see the special meaning of our word we cannot say it's understood

by listening to the self behind the words, they sound quiet like yours but their meaning took another course covered by layers we cannot feel layers of past time no more real than other

What are you doing here? - suddenly I came to life switched on, loaded with love and fear and humour is my drive the world I see is enough but there

: Comin back, touchin some reality losin without knowin and the fact that I could see lights the unknown growin so bad luck, feelin free from feelin

(Somethin' stupid) Lyrics/Music: Giorgio Calabrese / Carson C. Parks Anno: 1967 Difficile trovare la maniera di passare la serata con te Supponi per