This little girl I hold in my arms
She's not mine, of course
This little girl I hold in my arms
She's tiny, 9 months old but could be worse

This little girl I hold in my arms
She has big eyes, unlike mine
This little girl I hold in my arms
As I hold her I take it as a sign

This little girl I hold in my arms
She's so near and so dear to me
This little girl I hold in my arms
I try to get her to sleep

This little girl I hold in my arms
She cries then stops again
This little girl I hold in my arms
She realizes I'm a friend

This little girl I hold in my arms
She rubs her eyes
This little girl I hold in my arms
She knows no lies

This little girl I hold in my arms
She makes a smile oh-so-sweet
This little girl I hold in my arms
Her childhood is such an important leap

This little girl I hold in my arms
Finally her eyes begin to close
This little girl I hold in my arms
She has no worries, she has no woes

This little girl I hold in my arms
I'm getting tired of singing Beethoven
This little girl I hold in my arms
I put her down in the sheets carefully woven

This little girl I hold in my arms
She stays asleep even as I begin to leave
This little girl I hold in my arms
I leave without a peep

That little girl I held in my arms
Not for very long
That little girl I held in my arms
She will grow big and strong

That little girl I held in my arms
I hope I will watch her through the ride
That little girl I held in my arms
I will help her through, side by side

That little girl I held in my arms
So sweet and so innocent
That little girl I held in my arms
Such a darling thing God sent

That little girl I held in my arms
I hope she won't forget me
That little girl I held in my arms
As she grows through every sleep

Maybe someday I will be like Vazetti and Sacco
Perch'io non spero
to spend the rest of my years
with people acting on lies about me/despising me

My cries are that of the desert wolves
The ones that tried to warn me
The ones that tried to save me
By ending my existence

I can't explain it either
It's just the way the ball in my pen rolls
Try to rock and roll yourself to heaven
But I don't wish for the mustangs run at night

So I cry a song of loneliness;of emptiness and want
of the hunger and the heartaches
All I can do is pray
With my arms around you

Is where I want to be
With my arms around you
Everything else is non sequitur
With my arms around you

I will make it go away
With my arms around you
I will make it stay
With my arms around you

On a mound or on the moon
With my arms around you
In a march or in the month of June
With my arms around you

And taste your sweet deliciousness
With my arms around you
buon anno, fly into my heart and nest
With my arms around you

And I'll be the man in my woman's arms
With my arms around you
There isn't any other way I'd like to play
With my arms around you

Get in here today Maybe someday I will be like Vazetti and Sacco
Perch'io non spero
to spend the rest of my years
with people acting on lies about me/despising me

My cries are that of the desert wolves
The ones that tried to warn me
The ones that tried to save me
By ending my existence

I can't explain it either
It's just the way the ball in my pen rolls
Try to rock and roll yourself to heaven
But I don't wish for the mustangs run at night

So I cry a song of loneliness; of emptiness and want
of the hunger and the heartaches
All I can do is pray
With my arms around you

Is where I want to be
With my arms around you
Everything else is non-sequitur
With my arms around you

I will make it go away
With my arms around you
I will make it stay
With my arms around you

On a mound or on the moon
With my arms around you
In a march or in the month of June
With my arms around you

And taste your sweet deliciousness
With my arms around you
buon anno, fly into my heart and nest
With my arms around you

And I'll be the man in my woman's arms
With my arms around you
There isn't any other way I'd like to play
With my arms around you

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