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Testo Piltdown Man
Testo Piltdown Man
Dawson's Piltdown man
Teeth assembled from that of an orangutan
Why would he do such a thing?
Of course, what a stupid question
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
Last night I dreamt your face changed through the doorway as I pushed you panicking
Agonize in waking to admit
Moments raging though
So very small, like this
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in
Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
A template, if there is one
I still think of
A template, if there is one
I still think of
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in
Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around
Think of the sound
In the afternoon you both fell asleep
Still knowing more than me
Teeth assembled from that of an orangutan
Why would he do such a thing?
Of course, what a stupid question
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
Last night I dreamt your face changed through the doorway as I pushed you panicking
Agonize in waking to admit
Moments raging though
So very small, like this
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in
Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
A template, if there is one
I still think of
A template, if there is one
I still think of
Outside our little tent
Your dog must have caught something
I followed you both and let out screams to be let in
Here comes your dad, annoyed, but wildly patient
Six AM, so loud your mom had to kick us out
We ran the wheelbarrow around
Think of the sound
In the afternoon you both fell asleep
Still knowing more than me
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Altri testi di Frances Quinlan
- Testi Ultimo
- Testi Pinguini Tattici Nucleari
- Testi Vasco Rossi
- Testi Jovanotti
- Testi Marco Mengoni
- Testi Lucio Battisti
- Testi Tiziano Ferro
- Testi Cesare Cremonini
- Testi Gazzelle
- Testi BLANCO
