Luca Prodan | 17.05.1953 - 22.12.1987 | Tiempo, Destino, Amor ¡Luca not dead! Like London Writing on dirty paper with nothing new to say except that as I see it, today is just today. The past is ever present, with all its senseless pain And through the nearest window it nearly looks like rain Just like London The logs here in the fire dont really want to burn But as with all desire, youve got to live & learn The flames wich mean to warm me, warn me That bad things can still happen All the same Just like London Children laughing children crying, children all the same, but youll grow up and through mistakes youll learn to play the game So keep your eyes peeled and watch out the sneak attacks And keep your nose clean or youll end up on your back Just like London Cheat the reaper & find a wife Throw away your switchblade knife Let your wounds heal Let your heart feel, let it feel... Unlike London!
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