in the inside there's a little girl
eyes wide open
she wants to feel the world with her own hands
fear of inside, fear of outside
She needs passion
the feet glued to the floor
long hair short hair
they always grow white, and i don't know why
i just want to see the flame into your eyes
even if i'm getting' old and old and old and older
on the feathers growing on her back
glides the warm wind
now is the time to live home
all the worries flying in the sky
seem to turn into a little dusty rain
fear of inside, fear of outside
She needs passion
the feet glued to the floor
long hair short hair
they always grow white, and i don't know why
i just want to see the flame into your eyes
even if i'm getting' old and old and old and older
long hair short hair
they always grow white, and i don't know why
i just want to see the flame into your eyes
even if i'm getting' old and old and old and older

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