| Another night, another year thats gone Raise your glass, I'm not home tonight Nothings changed but everything is differnt Getting cold in the bus stop light All the days, all the times we spent making plans for another life Staring out of a back seat window, making cuts with a plastic knife This dirty heart still likes to beat Back in your arms Back on your street These open wounds you gave me These broken bones will take me Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little heart Another flag stone, I don't belong An empty glass still not home tonight I look for change but only finding difference I'm growing old in the glare of the spot light All those nights, all the hearts I've haunted All the memories we've shared I wonder if this will ever be different I wonder if we will ever be spared This dirty heart still likes to beat Back in your arms Back on your street These open wounds you gave me These broken bones will take me Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little These open wounds you gave me These broken bones will take me Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little heart (x2) |
Un’altra notte un altro anno è passato A questo cuore sporco piace ancora battere Un’altra pietra a cui non appartengo A questo cuore sporco piace ancora battere |
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