| Yes, that's the best part of the job
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| Divided, divided: two so that you don't spend the whole day there ...
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| But yeah, but I said bullshit
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| It's not like I'm dying now if I don't know ...
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| And oh well let's just do the intro of the piece like this
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| That we are so out of phase and then he starts singing, oh well
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| Ah Ah! |
| Yeah yeah! |
| Oh Oh!
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| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad
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| But thanks mom, you made two out of two
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| In the family you were the first born, the child expected
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| Pampered and at times even spoiled
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| Pampered and packs upon packs of rich Christmases
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| Smiling relatives intent on leaving gifts
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| And then the little one arrives, picking up each toy
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| He becomes the star by putting you in the corner
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| And the cagnara looms, fanfare and trumpets, he eats, shits and cries
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| To you the blame for everything that breaks
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| With that four-toothed smile, scoundrel, I was already saying everything
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| I sleep like an angel and then I don't shut up at night
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| Barrel from the ceiling, mums and popes awake until early morning
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| In the eyes the same blunder of seven years ago
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| Every neighbor heard and said: "What bad luck!"
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| Mom took up the challenge with us, she laughed and understood
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| That the coven was taking a new turn
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| We did not believe in the brothel that was already being done
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| The house of fire and sword in the game of fighting
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| Dog and cat but the same way of walking
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| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad
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| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two)
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| However my brother goes there will be
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| Thanks mom, thanks dad
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| Screaming at the top of your lungs, ghosts under the sheets
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| "Children, don't make a mess, there's school tomorrow!"
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| But mom, there's no way to stop the Ghostbusters
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| The bedroom is the Universe and we are the Masters!
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| We are alone out there but we don't show it
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| We have the strangest dress in the whole neighborhood
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| The tsars laughing in the courtyard but it was style!
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| Do you remember how little girls turned around?
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| When shooting as a couple, the style was double
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| The lame gait and armor gave strength
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| To face any misfortune with the same sentence in your mouth:
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| "This is my brother, handsome, it will be hard for anyone who touches him!"
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| We have the Code of the Knights, can't you see?
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| Rather scleri but you always find us sincere milady
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| For the city, challenging its future
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| One sang it confidently, the other wrote it on every wall
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| And my revolution started from there
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| Dog and cat but the same look of those who are not there
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| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad
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| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two)
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| However my brother goes there will be
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| Thanks mom, thanks dad
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| You know that now you still live it and it works
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| She stopped chasing only because she no longer goes to school
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| A little lazier than then but the energies are the same
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| No longer a single family, now there is the SF
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| As always, we protect ourselves in fights
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| Eternally teenagers less than in boxers
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| To see this world upside down
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| To roll your life and smoke it to the end
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| Girotondo, another shot and I'm cionco
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| We will trample the grapes until the wine is ready
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| And standing beating glasses with cutlery
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| Greetings to my friar, toast to two never separated lives
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| Quarrel after quarrel and games that ended in blows
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| When there was no wheat, we spent the summer in Milan
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| Fun all the same if my memory serves me right
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| Success or failure, the glory goes to mom
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| You brought us into the world, you gave life to every dream I have
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| Once it may be luck, the second not
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| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad
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| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two)
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| However my brother goes there will be
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| Thanks mom, thanks dad |