I was twenty one years when I wrote this song. I’m twenty two now, but I won't be for long. People ask, when will you grow up to be a man? But all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams. I loved you then as I love you still. Though I put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill. I don’t feel bad about letting you go, I just feel sad about letting you know. I don’t want to change the world, I’m not looking for a new England. I’m just looking for another girl. I loved the words you wrote to me, but that was bloody yesterday. I can’t survive on what you send every time you need a friend. I saw two shooting stars last night,I wished on them but they were only satellites. Is it wrong to wish on space hardware? I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care. I don’t want to change the world, I’m not looking for a new England. I’m just looking for another girl.
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- Reconozco a Valerie Eliot
- Bienes raíces
- Prehistorias
- Cuestión de tono
- Ella accedió
- Clases de música
- Penes
- Efectivamente y no
- Arácnidos
- This is the girl
- Como un pequeño timón
- Ciencia ficción
- No hablaremos de él
- La pregunta más larga
- Demografía
- Oración
- Casi tropical
- Surgí de un campo unificado
- Ah, las tormentas
- Wilde
- Sólo en áreas habilitadas
- Huston, Lyon
- Estancia mínima
- James Taylor is the driver
- Whitman
- Sangre tibia
- Schneider
- Les mots les plus simples
- The human
- Un día sin narración
- Sharon Tate's blood
- Nuestro edén viridiano
- A new England
- De la sección vertical
- En camas separadas
- Un hombre moderno
- Mapa
- Sueño erótico
- Moravia, Pasolini, Betti
- Los espíritus más rápidos
- Mística
- Celentano
- Flaming youth
- Aimée
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