You're here with me for the moment But I know you're going back You have a brown leather suitcase You didn't bother to unpack
I've been tying my shoes together Then I've been trying to walk away I was a junkie all summer But autumn's here any day now
How much, how much it feels like We are losing for the moment How much, how much it feels like We are losers on the verge of something great
The stars are directing the future What they're tuning into I can't say But I want the universe to love me I'm writing songs every day
There's a girl singing into a hairbrush There's a mob boss in every man I wish I could sing tralala The way Paolo Conte can, right
How much, how much it feels like We are losing for the moment How much, how much it feels like We are losers on the verge of something great
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(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) How much, how much it feels like We are losing for the moment (Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) How much, how much it feels like We are losers on the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) On the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) We are losers on the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) On the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa) On the verge of something greatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
