| The sun is looking for the horizon,
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| on the street they still cry for life;
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| in this long hotel meeting the sea,
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| we hardly look at each other anymore.
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| In the sky the colors are confused,
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| balconies, curtains and the tables of a bar,
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| with us who no longer have tomorrow
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| and we already know how it will end.
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| Naples no that does not know
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| that this time you don't laugh at the show.
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| Naples no, it is not happy.
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| Naples accompanying her as she goes
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| and she takes heart with the music she has.
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| They walk close together in the evening
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| kids chasing life;
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| they don't just sing the songs,
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| but they choose the future and the city.
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| You look at me but the thought is already far away:
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| is lost in the scent of coffee
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| and finally reaches the sea,
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| almost as scary as you are.
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| Naples no that does not know
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| if I miss you tomorrow.
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| Naples no, it's not a room:
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| it's a stage that plays with me.
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| But there is no public along the promenade.
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| Naples no, it wasn't here
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| that I wanted to consume that ending.
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| Naples no, it's not kind
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| come to hurt so much right here.
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| Naples sorry and take me like this,
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| Naples sorry and take me like this |