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Translations
Words and music: j. scarpelli
Right before my eyes you’re pulling animals out from your big black hat
And right beside my bed you’re chasing shadows tracing sheep inside your head
I could write a book but no one would read it
Cause they all write their own and they don’t need it… they don’ need it.
Now I hear my landlord wanting money while I wrestle for the phone
The bills are piling up can’t see my ceiling but I can’t leave you alone
I feel like I could burst just like a bubble drifting on aimlessly
Like any second now a kid will come and clap his hands right on me… then I’m gone.
I could write a book but no one would read it
Cause they all write their own and they don’t need it… they don’ need it.
And I don’t understand your language so I won’t say a thing
I can’t seem to read your lips, but I wish they’d want me…
I wish they’d want me…
I wish they’d want me…
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