1. Ricchi e Poveri - Sara perche ti amo 
2. Toto Cutugno - L'Italiano
3. The Beatles - And I Love Her 2:31 [1964]
Cash Cash - Matches
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(feat Rozes)
I remember how we
used to be so beautiful
You broke my heart at 16
The first time I felt
my world come crashing
Black magic, like your heart
was made of matches
And I never got over it
I swear your friends know
when to post your photograph
It doesn’t really hurt,
but it always takes me back to 16
In your basement and your parents,
my feelings
And I never got over it
How did you break my heart
without even trying?
How are you on my mind?
You're not even talking to me
You were made of matches,
and you burned me to the ground
You were made of matches,
and you burned me down
Everybody says that
you're still living your life
One weekend to the next
still tryna' get it right
The truth is I worry
you never found something
to escape who you used to be
I found my own way
of coping with your mess
And I found my own reasons
why you weren't the best for me
Why couldn't you be the best for me?
How did you break my heart
without even trying?
How are you on my mind?
You're not even talking to me
You were made of matches,
and you burned me to the ground
You were made of matches,
and you burned me down
You were made of matches
and you burned me down
I never got over it
I never got over it
I remember how we
used to be so beautiful
You broke my heart at 16
The first time I felt
my world come crashing
Black magic, like your heart
was made of matches
And I never got over it
I swear your friends know
when to post your photograph
It doesn’t really hurt,
but it always takes me back to 16
In your basement and your parents,
my feelings
And I never got over it
How did you break my heart
without even trying?
How are you on my mind?
You're not even talking to me
You were made of matches,
and you burned me to the ground
You were made of matches,
and you burned me down
Everybody says that
you're still living your life
One weekend to the next
still tryna' get it right
The truth is I worry
you never found something
to escape who you used to be
I found my own way
of coping with your mess
And I found my own reasons
why you weren't the best for me
Why couldn't you be the best for me?
How did you break my heart
without even trying?
How are you on my mind?
You're not even talking to me
You were made of matches,
and you burned me to the ground
You were made of matches,
and you burned me down
You were made of matches
and you burned me down
I never got over it
I never got over it
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