Victoria's Secret Oil Bra

When this lad of twenty two
he went looking for a moon
That could brighten more than your eyes
He left home and past behind
Filled his bag of chimeras
He started walking among the stars
But I hope you understand
by the footsteps on the sand
we're hand in hand

when the silence all around
makes a noise you cannot stand
and you get no way to hide
all the music you have inside
if you're listening to me
as you only could make it
wanna tell you that I'm sure
I will never find a moon
as bright as you

Strumming a wail on my old strings guitar
Wild serenades without no lover near
Feel a little nostalgia that grows in the heart
But I know you can hear me

can't erase the memory
When you made me taste the sea
That September how's it far
But you see now where we are
How much road under the feet
How much life we've still to live
and don't worry if you're confused
I can’t see a better cure
than stay with you

Well I know I made my faults
what I found I still don't know
but the will of painting again
kill the fears and wash the blames
I'm not able with the words
so accept this kind of song
it's the answer of a lad,
with a red nose in his sack,
who wants you back

...

When this boy of twenty-two parties to seek a moon

What could shine more than your eyes
He left behind the house and the past filled his backpack
chimeras,
He started to walk among the stars
But I hope you understand

With footprints in the sand that we are walking hand in hand

When the silence around
makes a noise that can not endure
And you have no way to hide
All the music you have inside If
you're listening to right now
As you may only do I want to tell you that I am sure

What I'll never find a moon that shines as you


Strumming a groan on my old guitar serenades
wild side without a lover feel a slight nostalgia
growing inside
But I know that you can feel

You can not erase the memory of
when you made me taste the sea That
But in September as far
see where we are
How far in feet

How much life to live again And do not worry if you're confused I do not see a cure

better than being with you I know I

I made my mistakes
still do not know what I've found
But the desire to paint still
Kill fears and wash blame
I'm not good with words
Allora ti prego accetta questa specie di canzone
È la risposta di un ragazzo
Con un naso rosso nello zaino
Che ti rivuole con sé

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