| The fascists at the door
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| strange story in the street
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| burned
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| Nervous Rome is boiling
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| with the first black party in the house
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| and I know that in every hamlet
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| missing
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| crazy people
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| vote
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| like the worm of the Arcore villa
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| in free fall in the clouds
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| of an illusion
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| Well
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| so are the stories
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| a million people in the square
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| it is not enough?
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| without citizenship anymore
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| the smoke rises up I hear about the pure breed
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| it was not a closed story
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| thus I grew up human race
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| but the telescreen cleared
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| the weather
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| and who has the remote control
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| send the world back
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| because I've already seen the movie
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| and unclean
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| tragic plot
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| the people in line walking
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| meets stairs
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| does not give up and struggling
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| climbs to the top
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| waiting for her is a guillotine
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| your place is a prize
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| a gift given
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| and you thank you
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| for the job shit remedied
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| silence
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| here they are the fascists in double-breasted
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| I'm on
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| conflict
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| speaks
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| you want to talk more
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| do you want to talk
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| speaks
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| Italy is already far away
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| and prepares for war
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| look at yourself
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| clothes
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| put on your best clothes
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| a kiss given quickly to the parents
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| the drums are playing.
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| difficult years ahead
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| for all Di Nanni's children
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| I am a partisan
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| and launch clear
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| because you get used to everything
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| even to the fascists
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| assassins in the background
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| double-breasted in the foreground
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| now that we are a target
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| I ask for advice
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| where is your way out
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| where over
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| let's go
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| I look out the window
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| beyond the raindrops
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| that tarnishes it
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| I look for corners and intersections
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| I look for music that comes from the crowd
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| strange story out on the street
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| each to his home
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| I certainly understand you
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| Nervous Rome
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| you are getting lost in the chaos
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| dangerous story
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| silo i know it's not your fault
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| you are not racist
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| you are realistic
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| you are nobody
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| anonymous
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| in panic
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| an unnamed
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| an Italian
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| an Italian in his country
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| difficult years ahead
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| for all Di Nanni's children
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| I am a partisan
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| and it will be clear
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| because it gets you used to everything
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| even to the fascists
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| assassins in the background
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| double-breasted in the foreground |