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What happened last night
with that girl Miss Polite
She s insane, she s alright

I can recall, Catholic Girls, alcohol
Do they sin?
Haha, Don t they all?

Well I can t resist, either way she s impressed and concinved, she ll be mine

Well ya crush, and ya burn, and ya live and ya learn
In your dreams
It s my life

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I m laughing at everyone
Yeah, I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

Cinco de Mayo had the light in a while, well ok, I lied.
Drinks in the car on the way to the bar
We are sin, that we are, yeah yeah.

What s with the kids doing the same old shit
What a waste of life
When I was young, between the fingers and thumb
read between the lines, yeah.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I m laughing at everyone
Yeah, I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

Remember yesterday?
Hell sometimes I can t remember my name
You can take a drunken picture of my face baby
But that ain t gonna get you layed.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I m laughing at everyone
Burn it, burn it, burn it!!
I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I m laughing at everyone
I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

And there ain t nothin that ll change my world

It s a prison break anthem, prison break anthem.
Just what you need, just what you need.

There’s a story about a man, he’s been put down.
Some real shit has him locked up right now.
An attention about a hero out of town.
Bad ferocious fucked up now.
Jail brought him...

Don t you think that you ve already done enough?
doesn t your mouth ever stop
soft focussing on what you insist on calling love?
well i hope it comes along to shut you up

it s a sad but natural fact
there s...

It was late, we were driving home in the rain
I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane
It was white like an angel - or like curse
There and gone in a second in front of us
In our house all the trophies are gathering dust
All the things we remember - but...

We may be young
Are you too old to listen
We could be wrong
But that s our decision
We may not have
Experience or vision
But we can learn
Fromy our mistakes

We may not know
The question or...

Io verrei
liberarti domattina
e vorrei
vederti volare
sui nevai come prima.

Tu, così lontana,
seppure ormai
così vicina.
E l anima se ne va
verso l eterntà.
Rapsodia.

Io vorrei
liberarti il cuore
e...