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Nomadi Santina

infame e con i soldi vai dove non vorresti mai. Santina dai grandi occhi, Santina dalle piccole mani, Santina voce gentile perche prendi quella roba Santina

infame e con i soldi vai dove non vorresti mai. Santina dai grandi occhi, Santina dalle piccole mani, Santina voce gentile perche prendi quella roba Santina

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the

Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They

She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can

Clearing webs from a hovel blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot

For you I would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the bayou with our tailights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the stateline And we never had the money