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Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you,
We don't do the things you do,
But we live around here too, Oh really.

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits,
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
Cos they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, Oh really.

Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move,
We're making it now,
We're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah.
We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns,
We won't use bombs,
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.

Check your lucky numbers,
That much money could drag you under, oh.
What's the point of being rich,
If you can't think what to do with it?
Cos you're so bleeding thick.
Oh we weren't supposed to be,
We learnt too much at school now we
Can't help but see,
That the future that you've got mapped out is
Nothing much to shout about.

We're making a move,
We're making it now,
We're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah.
We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns,
We won't use bombs,
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds

Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move.
We're making it now.
We're coming out of the sidelines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns,
We won't use bombs,
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah

(Pulp - Mis-shapes)

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I tried so hard, my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet, you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

(Tony Bennett - Cold cold heart)

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sono qui
che cercare è inutile
l'importante è che sei qui e mi insegni a camminare
luci che si mischiano
si confondono
e bruciano negli occhi
strade che si mischiano
mi confondono
e bruciano negli occhi
vedi sono solo stanco
ma profumi d'angelo
e mi lasci camminare.

(Arsenico - Luci)

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Non ci sono percorsi più brevi da cercare
c’è la strada in cui credi
e il coraggio di andare.

(Tiromancino - I giorni migliori)

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Where I came from there were no hills at all
the land was flat, the highways straight and wide
my brother and I would drive for hours
like years instead of days
our faces as pale as the dirty snow

once I knew there was a love divine
then came a time I thought it knew me not
who can forgive forgiveness when forgiveness is not
only the land the white as snow

and the water it was icy
as it washed over me
and the moon shined on me

now this dry ground bears no fruit at all
only part is left under a crescent moon
the road refuses strangers, the land the seeds we sow
where might we find the land as white as snow

as boys we would go hunting in the woods
to sleep ????
our walls are every passing stranger
every face we cannot know
if only a heart could be as white as snow
if only a heart could be as white as snow

(U2 - White as snow)