All day the city's selling something
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Always,the busy people spinning round
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BUSIER
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DIZZIER
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¡®til they go back home to somewhere
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and taxies stop to say ¡°hellow¡±
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¡°want a ride? I¡¯ll take you there¡±
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¡°to anywhere, just tell my driver¡±
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The sun is casting shadows
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An afternoon is fading
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I ask, but no one knows
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The answer to the question
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My life is like an island
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Where does this ocean go?
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Shyly, a wind sips his wine
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Slowly, cause to him that is all that matters
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He sees a cat he knows so well
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Now sleeping on a bench together
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A woman waiting by herself ,selling flowers
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¡°please buy some, so I can help my daughter, will you?¡±
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The man with spider eyebrows
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is standing on a corner
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¡°Who wants to see a show?¡±
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His head looks like a melon
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He turns into an alley
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Then stops to blow his nose
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Sky is fitted with neon
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The buildings stand electric
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And almost seem to glow
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Want answers to the question
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My life is like an island
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Where does the ocean go?
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I really want to know
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My life is like an island
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It¡¯s time for me now to FLY
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Where does the Ocean go?
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Where Does The Oceam Go
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| Ilaria Graziano |
