| I thought about a sacrifice
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| And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
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| In the shadows, in blood, with blood
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| I thought about a sacrifice…
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| Actually I don’t mind
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| You can however drink of me
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| As I was a marble fountain in the heart of Rome
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| I thought about a sacrifice
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| And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
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| In the shadows, in blood, with blood
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| I thought about a sacrifice…
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| Actually I don’t mind
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| You can however eat of me
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| As I was a wedding banquet you were not invited to
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| Mourn on my portrait
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| Cry on my stone
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| It’s not me to pay the coffin
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| Neither cash, nor rates
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| Mourn on my portrait
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| Cry on my stone
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| It’s not me to pay the coffin
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| Neithr cash, nor rates
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| If god existed and I blieved in him
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| He would be seated in this room with me
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| Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulchra regionum
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| My thoughts are too inmost for your lips
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| My words are too low for your ears
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| If god existed and I believed in him
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| He would be seated in this room with me
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| The reign of fire hasn’t come to its end yet
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| My pulsing blood is not dried in the veins yet
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| (Accogliete la sua anima e presentatela davanti al trono dell’altissimo.) |