STREETS OF LOVE

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Una poesia, un racconto, una musica, accompagna spesso lo stato d'animo di una persona....



Streets of love - Rolling Stones

You're awful bright, you're awful smart
I must admit you broke my heart
The awful truth is really sad
I must admit I was awful bad
While lovers laughed and music plays
I stumbled by and I hide my pain
The lamps are lit the moon is gone
I think I've crossed the Rubicon

I Walked the streets of love
And they're full of tears
Walked the streets of love
And they are full of tears

While music pumps from passing cars
A couple watched me from above
A band just played the wedding march
and the cornerstore mends broken hearts
The woman ends if for her debts
It's free of charge just one more chance

I Walked the streets of love
And they are full of tears
Walked the streets of love
For a thousand years

You had the moves, you had the cards
I must admit you were awful smart
The awful truth is awful sad
I must admit I was awful bad

I walked the streets of love
For a thousand years
Walked the streets of love
And they're drenched in tears





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