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Dal 1° Maggio fino al 3 farò il mio ritorno lampo a DUBLINO 
SADDA PARIA’
Torna la rubrica Gnocca Time altrimenti perdo l’amicizia di Leo…
Direttamente dal GF9
You
In your shell
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you
From yourself
Don’t be disappointed when no one comes
In your shell
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you
From yourself
Don’t be disappointed when no one comes
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
I already told you that falling is easy
It’s getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don’t believe you can find a way out
You’ve become the problem
Become the problem
You
All alone
Are you waiting for someone to make you whole?
Can’t you see?
Aren’t you tired of this dysfunctional routine?
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
Don’t blame me you didn’t get it
I already told you that falling is easy
It’s getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don’t believe you can find a way out
You’ve become the problem
Become the problem
I already told you that falling is easy
It’s getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don’t believe you can find a way out
You’ve become the problem
Become the problem
Falling is easy
It’s getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
And if you believe you can find a way out
Then you’ve solved the problem
You’ve solved your problem.
New Theme Song
I found god
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I Said where you been, he said ask anything
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I Said where you been, he said ask anything
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
In the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Early morning, City breaks
I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Where were you where were you
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Why’d you have to wait?
To find me, to find me
Domani si ricomincia da lui, mister Donadoni.
Cosa dire? Speriamo sia l’uomo giusto! E usando una frase del sommo Pizzul usata durante la lotteria dei rigori di Italia – Argentina dei mondiali del ’90:
"SIAMO NELLE MANI DI DONADONI"
Cosa dire? Speriamo sia l’uomo giusto! E usando una frase del sommo Pizzul usata durante la lotteria dei rigori di Italia – Argentina dei mondiali del ’90:
"SIAMO NELLE MANI DI DONADONI"
P.S. Il rigore Donadoni lo sbagliò…
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