| If a song enters your head from the night before
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| As often happens, then you find yourself in the morning
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| And he hummed it from a quarter past seven
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| Ever since the alarm clock reminded him that he was already late
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| He has a heavy hangover like a Range Rover
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| He does the giant slalom among the empty Slalom bottles
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| He comes to the bathroom, washes and looks into his eyes
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| Like who knows she won't even call today
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| And she gets ready to fly, has breakfast with a Marlboro
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| Like half of the Italians, she hates her job
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| And she dreams of the cash to scratch the good one
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| She has a thousand reasons to give up and she has only one tune in her head
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| The chorus goes (la la la la la la)
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| If you repeat it over and over like a mantra
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| He's not a big fan, but she's stuck with him and sings it
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| He is about a fisherman and has a thick text
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| He doesn't remember all the words, but he doesn't care
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| While he goes on foot under his colleague's house
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| They halve the trip to the office every morning
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| Not for the company, it costs two Euros a liter of petrol
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| She arrives and greets him with routine speeches
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| Like elevator talk, it's only Monday
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| Stuff like "maybe it's raining today even if the weather was sunny"
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| And "I can't wait for Friday"
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| And he keeps humming to himself
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| While the colleague drives in the city as in Laguna Seca
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| And he asks what song it is
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| He replies "you don't know a saw about music"
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| This is De Andrè
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| The almost offended friend says "look
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| My father has all the records at home and also plays the guitar
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| I know the whole discography and don't bullshit me
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| I've never heard this in my life "
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| He explains
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| Nobody remembers the effect he has
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| He got into your head with ease
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| But he had profound words in the text that went beyond banality
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| He did "la la la la la la la"
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| He did "la la la la la la la"
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| And he spoke of a smile, the sun, the bread and the wine
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| Of a fisherman and a murderer
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| But as you don't know it, this is a classic
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| This is a must, I don't chew on it, but everyone knows this
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| While they park it sings it
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| The night before he heard it on a radio program about the 70s
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| And he is convinced he is not wrong, he laughs and says «look
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| Ask dad who does it for you with the guitar "
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| Then they go up to the office and the colleague says "I don't discuss"
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| How much do you bet it's not De Andrè? |
| Google it!
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| He accepts, looks for her and finds nothing
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| Amazed he asks others and they answer him anyway
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| He wants to go to the bottom, but there is no story
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| As if the world had erased it from everyone's memory
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| So stop, he has a hoop in his head and does the hula-hoop
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| He gets back to work, then sees the eight in the hole
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| Suddenly he hears the train whistling like Belluca
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| And the light bulb turns on
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| In one hand he has a scratch card worth a million in the other a coin
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| And he thinks about how much money he will make writing it for him
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| And he thinks we would all have done it for him
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| So stop, he hasn't talked to anyone for a while now
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| He does not remember the whole text, sometimes he invents it
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| But he remembers the meaning well, so he writes and doesn't stop
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| He knows so much that ...
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| If a song enters your head from the night before
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| As often happens, then you find yourself in the morning
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| But he had dozed off and hadn't woken up
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| The furrow along his face was the mark of the pillow, he had dreamed of it
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| He sees the red in the bank and he sees the green hope
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| In the middle the white of his girlfriend's dress
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| And this is the tricolor dream of the turning point
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| An opportunity for a fisherman to do big fishing |