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Sad ShowThe spider weaves his cobweb cautios and patientHoping no outer agents will destroy his artswork Someone appears, disappears in front off my enigma vitale My identity is covered by an high cloud of dust I see asking points at the horizon Red drops fall from my sad eyes While my mind works hardly With hope i'll go out from this no-way out enigma vitale A sad show, all for you...and for me Sad show Actors arrived, the act is to begin Voices harass my mind and the direction breaks down Looking at the mirror, but watchin' a million faces Streets are crossing Streets are loosing Streets are joining While from the sky dark drops of rain are falling We're lookin in each other eyes while we sit at destiny's table Sad show A voice tell me the way Who knows what will be the destination |