W.Bluesh - Ballad of Tom Timpany

There's a newborn, who never cries?
There's a music, who never dies?
There's a perfect skin's dead man
The first's already gone
The second sounds so good
The third ate just preservatives all life

There's a bombing, who never shouts?
There's a woman, who never clears out?
There's an old guy consuming
The first is just a bank
The second sounds so good
The third will become many till receipts

Oh dear good sense, you're surrounded
Oh watch me now
Changing winds inside my shell
With umbrellas opened at the door

Love is the answer and music is the question darling
Love is the key and music is the back door baby

Rolling shells! Rolling shells! Rolling shells for more!
Rolling shells! Rolling shells! Rolling shells for more!
Sounds good!

Written by:
Andrea Simet, Ivan Cosenza, Lorenzo Farolfi, Stefano Agretti

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