| Everything starts when the flashbacks bring me back, reopen files closed by time, with
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| Who can you take oxygen when lives grow the stories change but the real ones
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| Friends remain, they understand the state of mind they share as gliscleri, the
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| Moods, the dark days, I do not forget my yesterday I transcribe today and then tomorrow
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| To be remembered after living. |
| As when as a child everything is in mine
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| Notti was a dream; |
| this is a tribute to my past, now I'm glad to remember
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| To honor the constancy fruit of the mind of a child born in the province
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| the essence
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| Giusta was born in a room in solitude as if I were leafing through old photos I go back to mine
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| Unstable past, you cannot understand the opinion of someone who sees a loved one
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| Cry. |
| So don't write using this attitude of mine that is in my eyes
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| Blurred images then slide makes me relive unusual emotions they do
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| To be born, to grow inside me, something to believe in seems incredible to have
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| Found a way to ensure that what I write today can be sent without
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| No one who can now stop pious.
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| Clear days black days, I'm trying to save myself before Time runs out, painting my thoughts as the sky clears above every moment
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| Before time runs out.
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| Without hindrance this to the new chapter writing what I live today I have exposed
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| With a logical connection with my pen on a sheet of paper I identify myself with nothing at the expense I collect credit I show you my file on the field attack center
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| Classic on the prolific bit sporadic zero this bit boy not tacepoi
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| he makes himself voice for me a fact in the frame when an MC produces, but does not betray
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| Its origins lost among unaccountable street stories
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| indescribable
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| Sequences with historical fragments and now believe me when the nights shine
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| Sleepless reign and all eyes that see then describe my notes that
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| then
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| On the streets they spread from the province to the center with amiciveri alive today
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| such as
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| Yesterday I write doing my future before time runs out day after day
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| While the sky becomes clear as true as true that before I was in the true choir as in True, now I'm aiming for gold.
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| Clear days dark days, I'm trying to save myself before Time runs out.
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| Without limit there is no border to my words you can guess it from the heart for
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| Your soul, writing in metrics, I produce music with a perchasente DJ,
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| He already shares and stays with us of the bit boy and flight from the spaghetti funk in play
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| Tell me if you are there as Space I am at the beginning and will not be able to silence and in the streets
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| such as
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| The lights are turned on as if by magic while the wind carries away with the voices of the gods
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| enemies
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| The notes echo over the cities, spread well cared for, grow pious of a real virtual zero Tamagotchi with O of love to be handed down straight from the heart to Whom our stories will want to hear today as yesterday.
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| Clear days black days (day after day), trying to save me
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| Before time runs out, painting my thoughts as the sky clears
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| Above every moment before time runs out ... |