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You're into fashion Oh, yeah, but I'm into jeans You're into martinis But I'm into pop machines CHORUS You love romantic nights But honey, love and satin sheets just ain't for me 'Cause you know what I love I love, you love, we love whipped cream-whipped cream I want, you want, we want whipped cream-squire me, baby! I love, you love, we love whipped cream-whipped cream You're into sports cars Oh, yeah, but I'd rather drive a truck You'd rather make love Oh, yeah, but I'd rather... CHORUS |
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| 5:23 |
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Black roses laced with silver By a broken moon Ten million stars And the whispered harmonies of leaves We werer these Beside a dried up fountain Lie five dusty tomes With faded pasted pictures Of love's reverie Across each cover is written Herein are Photos of Ghosts Of ghosts of ghosts Of the days we ran and the days we sang |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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| 5. |
| 8:36 |
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Piove gi: piove piano, piove su di me; viene il giorno viene piano, quieto qui dA me, piove gi. Suona gi sullo stagno, cade senza et. sui colori gioca piano, l'acqua senza et. Piove su un mondo da vivere Piove sul giorno che qua Piove sul tempo che arriver. Grazie davvero di vivere grazie del giorno che qua grazie del tempo che arriver. Piove gi piove piano, piove su di me: viene giorno, viene piano, quieto qui da me: piover |
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| 4:11 |
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| 7:35 |
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