| God forgive me
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| Cover me from mobile squads, from helicopters
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| From investigations, from tear gas
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| God remember
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| Protect us, protect me
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| Protected from bullets, without bulletproof
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| Here the best fall, think again, mom think of me
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| When I too will be there in heaven, yes (in heaven, yes)
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| Young rebels, dying on your feet, short falls
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| Stones fall, petals fall, chains on the feet
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| 'Ste screw on' this sheet, respect me
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| Lost boys, broken boys
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| I tried so hard, you don't know how much, to say to me: "Think about it"
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| Until this state brought mine to their knees
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| Humble people, tired of being subjected to it, paying mortgages
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| They who have always paid, dumb
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| Unjust destinies, fed up boys, young people in front of judges
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you
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| Studio, agglomerates, mono chromed
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| In six in six square meters, gold and chrome watches
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| Away from the beautiful embroideries, away from the beautiful clubs
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| How many killed by others, how many with their own hands (yes)
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| Born in the same buildings, graves on the same street
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| Years same bullshit, someone didn't get up (yeah)
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| Houses occupied, vacated, reoccupied
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| Boy runs away from the signal, drugs in the house, assigned houses
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| No, no, you don't know what I'm talking about
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| From this area to Trionfale, from Milan to Zen
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| From Prati to the popular, zi
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| I write this piece for those who have lost, for those who are afraid
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| That he knows that he is not the only one and that he feels less down (like this)
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you
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| You know, it feels like Sunday to me
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| Freezing, septic, deserted city
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| Here being alone smooths
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| 'Is this life giving us?
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| It takes us on the ground to applaud us filmed by a steadycam
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| We are attractions, like a circus
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| The state bets on how many leave and how many persist
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| Dreams, doors, dogs, owners
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| Prisons, money, illusions
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| People like attractions (fuck)
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| And then you grow up, between
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| Lost boys here
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| They leave a piece of them on these texts here
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| Losing yourself is like turning on the gas
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| Boys lost in pieces in plexiglass houses
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you
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| God if you are close to me
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| Protect these people, yes
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| Remember these names here
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| Keep us a seat there with you |