SheElvis Costello(dal film Nothing Hill) She may be the face I can't forgetThe trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the price I have to payShe may be the song that summer singsMaybe the chill that autumn bringsMaybe a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beastMaybe the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a Heaven or a HellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shell.... She, who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe maybe the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the past That I remember 'till the day I die She maybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and rainy years Me, I'll take the laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsAnd when she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life isShe....SheOh, she....
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SheElvis Costello(dal film Nothing Hill) She may be the face I can't forgetThe trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the price I have to payShe may be the song that summer singsMaybe the chill that autumn bringsMaybe a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beastMaybe the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a Heaven or a HellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shell.... She, who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe maybe the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the past That I remember 'till the day I die She maybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and rainy years Me, I'll take the laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsAnd when she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life isShe....SheOh, she....