Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Shine on you Crazy diamond Part I-V – Pink Floyd

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Forse non sarà una canzone
a cambiare le regole del gioco
ma voglio viverla così quest’avventura
senza frontiere e con il cuore in gola.
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When I get older,
losing my hair,
many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
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Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
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Jimmy Swaggart said this about: ‘This here song by the Police, Murder By Numbers,
was written by Satan, performed by the sons of Satan,
Beelzebub, Lucifer, the Horned One’. I wrote the fucking
song Alright?".

Sting – Murder by numbers

Cameron: Why does he hate seeing
his parents? So his dad  tells the truth, he can’t handle that?

Wilson: He hates being a
disappointment.

Cameron: He’s a doctor, world
famous! How disappointed can  they be?

Wilson: You know what I figure is
worse than watching your  son become crippled? Watching him be miserable.

HOUSE – Episodio: Daddy’s Boy

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