| Get comfortable like in a condom
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| That slow moments pass
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| More than the Vic 20 Commodore
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| On the canvas your entire life with a prologue:
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| Your mother opening her legs to the gynecologist
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| Then, the empty pockets of a poor child
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| But greedy for discoveries more than Columbus Christopher
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| Your first reprimand shortly after
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| You had started a fire for fun like a torchbearer
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| Since that day your language has been on strike
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| You said: "No I don't cooperate, but I'll remember you"
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| That you were beaten up by those thugs
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| And under the bumps you said to yourself I don't argue
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| Muto, a competitor with an expired time
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| Down like a truffle dog that has lost its nose
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| Ask you to tell what happened
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| It would be like for Caesar to ask Brutus for help
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| Speak, tell the truth is there and you must not deny it
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| Speak, whoever plugs the leak does not stay afloat
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| Speak, free speech from your mouth
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| Like a butterfly that hovers from the calla
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| Speak, mutisms are inaudible
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| Speak, fears have weak rudders
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| Speak, scream endless terms
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| Speak, because silence belongs to the guilty
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| Do you recognize that? |
| It's your panda
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| Inside is you with a guilty conscience
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| And a perfume that smells of lavender
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| Tell the girlfriend who is watching you
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| That there is another who has the fourth and practices tantra
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| The nineties go in slow motion
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| A frame ignites this projector
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| Your father craves a doctor son
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| And you spend your years on Campus as a prisoner in San Vittore
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| By falling silent you think you remain standing
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| But your name is not Ercolino and at least you sit down
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| You often look for serums that cloud your thoughts, yes
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| But do not eclipse yourself, you hide behind veils
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| As you see hardships, you waste moments
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| Silence is golden and you sell it off to the worst bidders
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| Speak out of your teeth, you don't regret it
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| Speak in parliaments, put them to attention
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| Speak, tell the truth is there and you must not deny it
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| Speak, whoever plugs the leak does not stay afloat
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| Speak, free speech from your mouth
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| Like a butterfly that hovers from the calla
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| Speak, mutisms are inaudible
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| Speak, fears have weak rudders
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| Speak, scream endless terms
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| Speak, because silence belongs to the guilty
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| "End"
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| End of projection
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| Get an opinion or you'll end up like methadone facts
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| Your support is worth much more than a short
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| In the review where resignation reigns
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| Whoever is silent is subject to the will of the talkative
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| You drink bullshit like the war for peace
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| You risk going mad more than Ajax
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| You have to come out of your Riace Bronze type fund
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| Instead as a prece you are sinking
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| Not tales like Worse Fernando
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| Distracted by beautiful eyes
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| You look like Princess Lisa
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| But I guess you don't have swans for brothers
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| Get your ass up and don't play dumb that you're not Charlie
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| Stand up for your rights as Marley sings
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| Like Moses you unleash strange worms in me
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| Know that I'll hit you with a hammer if you don't speak
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| Speak, tell the truth is there and you must not deny it
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| Speak, whoever plugs the leak does not stay afloat
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| Speak, free speech from your mouth
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| Like a butterfly that hovers from the calla
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| Speak, mutisms are inaudible
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| Speak, fears have weak rudders
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| Speak, scream endless terms
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| Speak, because silence belongs to the guilty |