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Published: January 1st 2009
We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind,
dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
...We sail tonight for Singapore...
Tom Waits
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Andrea
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pazzi
Pazzi, sti giovani so pazzi. Like a band ofgipsies you go down the road again. Bonne route !