Everytime I come back home, I recall those lines, And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
It's what brings me back to my roots.
And I want it to be the soundtrack to this.
Bristol, 30/5/2012
Plymouth, 31/5/2012
London, 1/6/2012 - Field Day/Jubilee
Leeds, 4/6/2012
York, 5/6/2012
Newcastle, 6/6/2012
Edinburgh, 14/6/2012
St. Andrews, 17/6/2012
Giffoni, 17/7/2012
Giffoni, 23/7/2012
Bernalda, 4/8/2012
Bernalda, 4/8/2012
Bernalda, 5/8/2012
Bernalda, 6/8/2012
Bernalda, 7/8/2012
Ancona, 12/8/2012
Numana, 14/8/2012
Sirolo, 17/8/2012
Metaponto, 19/8/2012
Bernalda, 23/8/2012
Bernalda, 28/8/2012
And then summer left without a face, Bernalda, 1/9/2012
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