| Lamezia Milan, round trip
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| I wake up in the morning and I don't even remember
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| Where I was until yesterday, what did I eat for dinner
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| Because my ass itches and my back hurts
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| Lamezia Milan, suitcase and ticket
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| Space in the air seems to be getting tighter and tighter
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| There are people laughing at the applause of the pilot
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| I only see attachment to life
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| To life
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| With the terror of a holy war
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| And the West locked up in a bank
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| I'm leaving on a white, white week
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| With the metropolis that still enchants
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| And the province stops in the eighties
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| Italy waves the white flag
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| And sing, and sing
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| Lamezia Milan, round trip
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| Life as a couple is not like a porn video
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| Miss Google tells me where to go
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| Entering straight leg over my mother's voice
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| Lamezia Milan is a crazy journey
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| From grandfather Michele to my nephew Francesco
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| There is a wolf of the Sila among the pigeons of the Cathedral
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| There is an old little boy inside a man's body
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| Of a man
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| With the terror of a holy war
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| And the West locked up in a bank
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| I'm leaving on a white, white week
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| With the metropolis that still enchants
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| And the province stops in the eighties
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| Italy waves the white flag
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| And sing, and sing
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| Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
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| I can't see anymore
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| Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
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| The difference if there is
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| Between real life and cellular life
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| With the terror of a holy war
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| And the West locked up in a bank
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| I'm leaving on a white, white week
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| With the metropolis that still enchants
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| And the province stops in the eighties
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| Italy waves the white flag
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| And sing, and sing
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| And sing
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| And sing |