| Down the crank arm, two over the saddle
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| Throw yourself down the street, between ', the heart was a drill
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| I remember I didn't have a cell phone to call
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| The music, between ', was not all the same
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| I should do the sums, it seems that I don't know how to count
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| Even my family I no longer know what to tell
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| Since I've been using cash, I'm done with a lot
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| They think I'm different, bro, they've closed the contacts
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| But I remember the games on the street with my brothers
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| On a battered pitch that looked like Wembley to our eyes
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| I remember the Genius as he climbs Zubizarreta
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| With my mother on the sofa watching Mazinger Z
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| Between ', the cylinders and the graffiti, the stains on the clothes
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| I look at you and you look at me and it seems they have hit us
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| We are a king and a queen, a boy and a girl
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| Between ', the throne was a bench and I would like everything as before
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| Like the golden years
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| The golden years of "Grande Milan"
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| The years of Van Basten and Van Damme
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| The years of the immense companies
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| The years with the booster always in two
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| The years of "How beautiful were the films"
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| The years of the slits at the bottom of jeans
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| The years of techno in Hi-Fi
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| The years of "Quiet, we are here"
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| "We are here"
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| Years go by and I don't put this head right
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| Always the necklace, the gold teeth and the crooked hat
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| I have a little more experience and a few more points on the body
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| I left a few friends on the street and someone else died
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| Now the scooter is a big bike
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| For the rest, brother, I became an uncle and "Lo Zio" became a father
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| I'm a colossus at rap because I'm still hungry
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| And, bro, I still break in every time I can
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| But I remember yesterday: I had more love and more true friends
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| Today I just have more lovers, money and thoughts
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| I have those days in my head, a joint and it was a party
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| It was enough for me to skip school that I felt gangsta
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| She had the biggest eyes she has ever seen
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| It is in every love rhyme from the first record
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| We are a king and a queen, a boy and a girl
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| Between ', the throne was a bench and I would like everything as before
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| Like the golden years
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| The golden years of "Grande Milan"
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| The years of Van Basten and Van Damme
|
| The years of the immense companies
|
| The years with the booster always in two
|
| The years of "How beautiful were the films"
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| The years of the slits at the bottom of jeans
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| The years of techno in Hi-Fi
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| The years of "Quiet, we are here"
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| "We are here" |