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(lyrics by Paola Valandro) There was this woman She was a body with long red hair lying on the grass. It was a Sunday morning after the dark. And there were people all around her and some policemen too the necklace lashed around her neck was a nylon stocking and a cotton cord She wore a blue dress... I know, I know, I've always known you were hidden behind my dreams your face alive confused inside the memory of a child. Now under my eyes dry blood between the lips, your lips and your bare breasts on the pictures of the Police I've never stopped seeing you and don't want to forget you I'm waiting in my car waiting to feel the fear she felt, Songtextethe place she found to hide the scene of a crime I search into her death while her life slips me reconstructing the scene where a man killed the redhead Tell me why it was you and not somebody else? I restore the reasons she died with all my theories about sex crime: it matter about an alchemy between a woman and a man Tell me why it was you and not somebody else? I've compared hers with other stories of women killed for sex and I've mixed their names: Jean with Betty or Bobbie or Judy, Jean with Tracy or Karen or Daisy Tell me why it was you and not somebody else? I've never stopped to looking for and run after you I've stolen everything I could: books and drugs and food and air and sex and beds and love and words ... I've run away I've talked about your secrets to justify the obsessive life you gave to me and run to cover the story of you, of my mother and me. I'm waiting in my car... Aus Songtexte Mania