Water Leak In Trunk Of Saturn

Monday lyrics

Two songs for us one of the bath and a subsonic, the title is the same and is the essence of our year ....

Alibi (Vasco)

However this is not the way to do

The merchant said the man
Tomorrow will be a celebration of bread

In this stupid country
But not for us who are working.
Man of bread
She pretended nothing
He left quietly
had many, many, many things to do
That he could not do anything.

At this point the lady said
"please, I am here for a quarter of an hour
And she still has to serve"
"please excuse me lady
What do you want ..."
"I un'etto
and a half of ham and a little 'spring onions, onions still"
"okay them to him wrapping round
60,000
So do I'm sorry I did not even do the rest
The 400 candies"
"cardboard ?!? "
"no loose !.... ...." It was at that moment



opened the door stepped a man with a black dress and said
"all on the floor facing the wall
This is really a robbery"
The woman gave a sharp cry
And after he fainted in the midst of all its sweets
And then fell on the shelf
Christmas gifts ...
ale ... ale ... ... evil ... evil
Nobody noticed anything out
The police arrived after the people
It took a lot of questions
It also took fingerprints
Then he said to the merchant
You must file a complaint against persons unknown for now

But will that shall not have to worry about a few

She makes us work
We know how to do just has
collabbborare.

took him to police headquarters and made him sit

will be released in a few months
says must ensure
Check, Analyze veriffficare

Any connivance
Coincidences
Alibi alibi ..... ....
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Alibi (Subsonica)

Your cold fingers on the link miocuore
Your lips are a thin cut
tight squeeze my back with nothing to say.
He gets the power and now I see you fade
A point on the horizon a bank of thin
The waves are already full of things to say.
blows on my alibi

regrets about blowing the wind blows and slips on the time we have left.
After looking at your heart sink
After allowing time to judge
I squeeze my back with nothing to say.
raining on my alibi
rains on regrets
The water runs and slides on the time we have left. It runs on your alibi

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regrets about about us