I believe
PreziosoAnd you get it back,
Give a little bit of pain,
You call it a track.
For every little thing
That you say or do
Give a little bit of love
And it'll come back to you.
Now everybody,
Has a right to be living their lives...
Oh but we'd a long, long way long way from paradise.
If there was freedom
Tell me why everybody wants to fight...
Oh 'cause we'd a long,
Long way a long way from paradise.
You might be strong enough,
You might be rich enough,
You might be blind enough:
To push it all outside.
No matter what you do,
It keeps come back
To me and you.
Give a little bit of love
And you get it back,
Give a little bit of pain,
You call it a track.
For every little thing
That you say or do
Give a little bit of love
And it'll come back to you.
No matter what you do,
It keeps come back
To me and you.
Give a little bit of love
And you get it back,
Give a little bit of pain,
You call it a track.
For every little thing
That you say or do
Give a little bit of love
And it'll come back to you.