| You say love, I say killing time,
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| What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine.
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| You make me laugh, I make you cry,
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| I guess that rhymes…
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| You’re contained by doors and walls,
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| I’m contained by your control.
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| Your overthrown, but under warn,
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| I told you so…
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| We’re singing for the stingin' belle,
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| She’s clearly lost her way.
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| Craving all the simple times,
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| Inside her tragic game.
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| Grow some balls, and speak your mind,
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| You think you’re cool like a porcupine.
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| You’re more like doves, that are taking flight,
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| The sky is mine.
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| We’re singing for the stingin' belle,
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| Who’s clearly lost her way.
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| Craving all the simple times,
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| Inside her tragic game.
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| We’re singing for the stingin' belle,
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| Who’s clearly lost her way.
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| Craving all the simple times,
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| Inside her tragic game.
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| (Grazie a Francesco per questo testo) |