| Once upon a time there was a saw, his name was Alessandro
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| He tried but fell on that soccer field
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| And the priest was losing his temper
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| Madam, one more own goal and your son goes home a body
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| Alessandro doesn't want to play
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| From what I read on the report card not even much to study
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| Ungaretti or Leopardi, he listens to the radio until late
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| And therefore he is always more sleepy than the others
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| Goodnight Italy
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| I still stay up
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| Goodnight to all broken hearts
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| That will go on down here
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| Good night my Love
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| Thank God you are there
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| Goodnight to those like me
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| He no longer sleeps
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| The whole province sleeps
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| And Alessandro watches TV
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| Say hello to Marzullo, hello Gigi go nice
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| You have the last permanent job here
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| Think about university but dad doesn't sail gold
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| Look at how many there are already people with degrees and zero work
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| Think about how some mothers do to set the tables
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| And that our women are capable of miracles
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| Goodnight Italy
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| I still stay up
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| Goodnight to all broken hearts
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| That will go on down here
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| Good night my Love
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| Thank god you're there
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| Goodnight to those like me
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| He no longer sleeps
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| Once upon a time Alexander ran away from here
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| Discovering that America is not a Hollywood tale
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| And there they are badly tolerated
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| Superman has a big belly and eats more and more
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| And here too, history changes between fiction and neighborhoods
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| This homeland of values that maneuvers and does favors
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| Look at these gentlemen other than the drug dealers
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| Luckily we had to be the ones out there
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| Luckily Ale doesn't go around with these
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| In the land of the smart ones, the rebels are the honest ones
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| Goodnight Italy
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| I still stay up
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| Goodnight to all broken hearts
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| That will go on down here
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| Good night my Love
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| Thank god you're there
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| Goodnight to those like me
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| He no longer sleeps |