Salvatore Adamo
THE OLD SAD STORY


Drifting and turning,
Searching around the world
Swimming and flying,
One time fish one time bird
But I have just found a hole in my brain
Hello me, I'm here again
Back in the old sad story

To believe in tomorrow
I've tried all kind of skins
I've been black, I've been yellow
But every time I found my twin
I've been through hell, burning hell
But here I am my end looks hell
Back in the old sad story

Loving and crying
Trying to reach the truth
Betting and winning
The wrath that bewitched my youth
But now I must rewind my life
Shall I cut the days with a knife
And stop the old story
The old sad story
The old sad story
The old sad story


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