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Arrivederci Lyrics

Shivaree – Arrivederci Lyrics

Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weathers fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything
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Songwriters: AMBROSIA NICOLE PARSLEY
Arrivederci lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group

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