"Where are you now ? As I'm swimming through the stereo I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now ?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn
a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
...I can't get to you...
This is my mixed tape for her It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers..."
E PaRTiRņ SaBaTo...
PoRTaNDoMi il peso...
Di Un BaGaGLio Ke ti CoNTieNe?!...
...SPeRiaMo Di No...
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