Hey, we are two drops of water in a sea of troubles
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Hey, twins who never, ever meet
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A lost bet to play at Snai
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The stick that makes it fall all over Shanghai
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The rain is beating down, the moon is crooked
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We're on the right side as we get back from the wedding
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On the cell phone say hello to Antonio, you who send me to the asylum
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That Ghandi too would have a blasphemy in his mouth
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Only the light of a sign, the street is dark
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There is only half left, Turkish style
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And you withdraw everything out of me, like a purge
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My hands on the wheel, your mouth on the
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There is a block of guards, they flash on it
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And how many times I think about you and throw an eye on
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I wait in vain for your voice to fall back
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And you say it's over for you, it's over here
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That you don't feel understood anymore, bla bla bla
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I overdid it with the wine and champagne
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There is nothing left of dignity
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I pour half a sip on the ground for those who are no longer there
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I drink to what we used to be, now it's just you
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Cheers, cheers
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And you say it's over for you, it's over here
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That you don't feel understood anymore, bla bla bla
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I overdid it with the wine and champagne
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There is nothing left of dignity
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I pour half a sip on the ground for those who are no longer there
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I drink to what we used to be, now it's just you
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Cheers, cheers
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Street lights off, pitch dark, I go slow
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But there is silence, it looks like a waiting room
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You are turned, knees towards the center
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And take a jump at every hole in the concrete
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The window was a bit open
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Play the wind as it was doing a concert
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She doesn't speak to me out of spite
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She doesn't understand that if I say what I think it's just out of respect
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In the dashboard, your documents, your lipstick, your Tempo handkerchiefs
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The shadow of my wallet lost in a London hotel
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To you I was a graveyard of glasses
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Which drowned almost all of my worst sorrows
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But we are on the Nomentana and you fell asleep
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I have a coffee in a shady bar, a shady spot
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Two tradesmen are on break together with Ama
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I greet everyone and with a nod, I go home
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The sirens sing at night inside the city
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Like a spinster they dive into that Maghreb as if it were a bouquet
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I take steps forward but it's like on a treadmill
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I know that sooner or later even the memory of you will disappear
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And you say it's over for you, it's over here
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That you don't feel understood anymore, bla bla bla
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I overdid it with the wine and champagne
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There is nothing left of dignity
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I pour half a sip on the ground for those who are no longer there
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I drink to what we used to be, now it's just you
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Cheers, cheers
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And you say it's over for you, it's over here
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That you don't feel understood anymore, bla bla bla
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I overdid it with the wine and champagne
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There is nothing left of dignity
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I pour half a sip on the ground for those who are no longer there
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I drink to what we used to be, now it's just you
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Cheers, cheers |