| Bring me the last beer, keep me company
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| She is gone I hope that then I will see her at my house
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| That the trams leave in two hours, let me smoke
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| Anyway, whoever can fine you at this time knows that she is asleep
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| And lower the shutter as well
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| I don't think you or I will go to mass tomorrow
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| Treat me a little this bitterness I have
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| Because I was the one who didn't speak
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| The child so thin that the bully beat
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| The kid who wanted everything
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| And when he couldn't, he stole
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| There are those evenings
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| Which are harder
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| Where you need to drink fears away
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| And inside it feels
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| Small forever
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| There are those evenings
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| Beautiful to die for
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| Where you can play instead of sleep
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| When you feel
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| Small forever
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| In two minutes I disappear, he finishes the record
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| Yes, it is the music that saved me but sometimes I don't understand
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| If who says to me "I love you"
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| Really know who I am or just what my name is
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| I who, I closed out the good, I got into trouble
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| Burning my twenties and what I earned
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| Traveling, traveling, never arriving
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| Because I was the one who freaked out
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| What the only friend he had was the cat
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| The one that at some point disappeared
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| And you haven't seen it anymore
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| There are those evenings
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| Which are harder
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| Where you need to drink fears away
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| And inside it feels
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| Small forever
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| Small as the benches
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| Of school when you see them as adults
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| Of the book Cuore now you only remember Franti
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| Small as playgrounds
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| Like when mami and papi listened to Drupi
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| Meanwhile we were learning
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| Many and many poems that you have forgotten
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| But cartoon songs is what you saved
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| Small like Big Jim on a Saltafoss
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| We only made tracks for Polistil, then Vinavil, Michael J. Fox
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| And play the chips down with the sticker album
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| Small before growing together with the price per barrel
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| Every so often you are tired even fighting with Rocky and Rambo
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| But it's worth it even when
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| There are those evenings
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| Which are harder
|
| Where you need to drink fears away
|
| And inside it feels
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| Small forever
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| There are those evenings
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| Beautiful to die for
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| Where you can play instead of sleep
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| When you feel
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| Small forever |