youtube/watch?v=NYwoDEZ8hdw Poesia della domenica... If I had a dollar bill for every time Ive been wrong, Id be a self-made millionaire and youd still be gone. So, hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt cause Im going out in style to cover the hurt. All I wanna do all day is spend it in bed... But thats bad for the body and even worse for my head... So Ill try and find a place where no one will ask me a thing. Itll help me to forget and help me to sing, Cause now, Im drunk again, the means to my end, and Im scared of myself Cause now, its all the same, the faces and names, and Im scared of myself... again. Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming? Scared you so bad you couldnt control your heart or your breathing? Well walk out the door with me on the floor, You dont care how Im feeling. I guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer appealing. Cause now, Im drunk again, the means to my end, and Im scared of myself Cause now, its all the same, the faces and names, and Im scared of myself... again. Some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul And finding the hole And making it bigger. Baby sometimes I think I catch ya crackin cynical smiles And in a short while, youll be my hearts grave digger! Well theres not much I can do, Cause Im at the mercy of you So baby I guess were through. Cause now, Im drunk again, the means to my end, and Im scared of myself Cause now, its all the same, the faces and names, and Im scared of myself Cause now, its all the same, the faces and names! And Im scared of myself So go... walk out the door, you dont believe me no more! And Im scared of myself again... If I had a dollar bill for every time Ive been wrong, Id be a self-made millionaire and I wouldnt be singing
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