Pier Morandi - This One and Only Love

You write me you're arranging your time
Like flowers on the windowsill of a distant home
Stolen moments stolen nights
Day by day you say the window glass
Doesn't stop making fun of you
And the lipstick can barely hide
The smile of your wrinkles
Oh your time is the same as mine
It likes acting making fun of me too
My hair is grey, my hands are tired
And deception is disguised as a mirror
But the green of your eyes is always the same
Blues will never go out of style
So turn on the radio, music is playing
This one and only love

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Pier Morandi

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