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• Artiste: Canasta
• Titre: Firenze
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Three A.M., through the streets of Florence A moped ride She drives too fast, but I hang on tight because I I'd never felt peril bear such bliss Forever been waiting for my film-style kiss And this could lead to that moment This is the only place on Earth Where every day feels as long as it's worth Three months pass and I'm at the station And I'm on board She says she'd come with if it was something she could afford Slowly the train, it pulls away Again like a movie, I'm tempted to stay As she runs along side it The skies they turn like pages The trains don't run on time The stone reveals the ages And somewhere love got left behind I promised myself I would return The only question's when Maybe on tour or with my bride Or back to school again 'Cause nothing reminds you just how much You've left to learn Like a place where your right to be understood Must be well earned And mine's Firenze The skies they turn like pages The trains don't run on time The stone survived the ages And somewhere love got left behind