Grudge, Tarek Iurcich, DJ Myke, The Reverse
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This is the threshold of an enchanted world (Hocus Pocus)
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It's really black as to be frightening up there
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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As a child they told me to watch out for the dog
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As a child they told me that good is not evil
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As a child they told me that those who are always hungry go to hell
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And in heaven whoever has never had bread
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As a child they told me that here no one is the same as the others
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That on the Moon the jumps are higher
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That that star fixed above the sky often dances
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For this reason, those who are fixed on the ground have hope
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As a child they told me that the world was beautiful
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But according to agreements, it's time you care about relationships
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As a child I was told that the dead
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They are always by your side only if you don't forget them
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In one way we talk, in another we scratch
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That the soul is a fireplace to be cleaned with a brush
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Pile the dust in a corner
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And you have to be strong because males don't cry
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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God, tell me where you are
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Too far from my problems
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If I don't approach them
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Today I will choose the brushes exactly to perfection
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And since I was a child I have been my little chimney sweep
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God, tell me where you are
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Too far from my problems
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If I don't approach them
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Today I will choose the brushes exactly to perfection
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And since I was a child I have been my little chimney sweep
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Sometimes with my head I talk to it
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Sometimes I try to observe this darkness
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Sometimes this cold freezes everything to zero degrees
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And if you reach your level always at zero you fall
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Come on roll the dice, I'll tell you a secret of mine
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I go out in the rain, it makes me feel like glass
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The more I say that I do not believe in the image of God
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More transparent and fragile, I feel alone and pray
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The more I think it's right the more I do it wrong
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It is a sin to be absolved, it is a pact with the dust
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The road is the road and you can solve nothing
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Become big, give up the blood, you have legs
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Then he starts running against the storm and the rough sea
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At Christmas, the chimney sweep will have a big gift
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If when Santa comes down the chimney
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You will notice her new, red dress clean
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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God, tell me where you are
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Too far from my problems
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If I don't approach them
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Today I will choose the brushes exactly to perfection
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And since I was a child I am my little chimney sweep!
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God, tell me where you are
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Too far from my problems
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If I don't approach them
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Today I will choose the brushes exactly to perfection
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And since I was a child I am my little chimney sweep!
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God, God the chimney sweep is in the chimney
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Feel that rubbing a little!
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My God, God the chimney sweep is in the chimney
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Feel that rubbing a little!
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My God, God the chimney sweep is in the chimney
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Feel that rubbing a little!
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My God, God the chimney sweep is in the chimney
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Feel that rubbing a little!
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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On the right it's all black, all black, all black
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On the left it's all black, all black, all black
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At the bottom of this darkness there is a light, it is true
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But behind it is all black, all black, all black
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Blow out the candle ...
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Bracco-bracco I'm Aladyn, is there anyone on the channel?
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I am passing with the truck loaded with casòla, in the Orvieto area
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Marco are you online?
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Come on, I stop there outside the Orvieto toll booth and make us a bianchino
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Oh holy shit but is it possible that when I'm in the area I never catch you?
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Where the fuck are you?
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Oh then do you answer or not?
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Come on, I brought you the tart to finish this fucking record
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Me son own rut 'i bal a vo' away, go and give away the cùl va |