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Nothing To Talk About - The Bastard Sons Of Dioniso
Written by:Michele Vicentini/Federico Sassudelli/Jacopo Broseghini
It seems to me that this time
There is nothing to talk about
It must have been that ice cream
I won't sleep for the nights to follow
Why don't we bind them on to
Those big wood roots before
Hearing their shouts
It seems to me that this time
There is nothing to talk about
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself I don't care
'Cause I'm sure I won't fall
Everything would be better
If you follow the golden rule
You do to the others or the
Others will do it to you
You didn't bind my heart still days are
Ripped it you chopped it here you
Are
Everything would be better
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself I don't care
'Cause I'm sure I won't fall
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself by myself
By myself on my own
I'll do it by myself I don't care
'Cause I'm sure I won't fall