| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| Go back to him and don't tell him
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| Don't tell him nada
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| Don't tell me nada
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| Don't tell me nada
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| Don't tell me nada
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| You can't tell me nada
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| I want success too
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| Middle finger to a goodbye
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| I want cars and luxury
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| Compare me to God
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| Threatening you with the eyes
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| Ruin your mood
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| Steal your fame
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| But leave you the smell
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| 200 on the highway
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| I drink it all in one gulp
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| I throw money in the air
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| I don't even have a remorse
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| I was selling lies
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| To buy a dream
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| I've waited too long
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| I want everything now, everything
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| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| Go back to him and don't tell him
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| Don't tell him nada
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (don't say anything about me)
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (You do not know anything about me)
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (don't say anything about me)
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| You can't tell me nada
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| (You do not know anything about me)
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| I remember their faces
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| I remember their voices
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| I remember their smiles
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| With bright and sweet eyes
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| I remember a thousand promises
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| Never sell yourself a friend
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| I remember strips of coke
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| And the anxiety above my face
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| If I think back to those streets
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| I would like to walk them again
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| But you will never be the same
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| And you don't know how much it hurts
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| Hugs him in the rain
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| That very deep cut
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| He ran her along the beach
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| Until the end of the world
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| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| I make love in a villa by the sea
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| Go back to him and don't tell him
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| Don't tell him nada
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (don't say anything about me)
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (You do not know anything about me)
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| Don't tell me nada
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| (don't say anything about me)
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| You can't tell me nada
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| (You do not know anything about me)
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| Don't say anything about me
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| You do not know anything about me
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| Don't say anything about me
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| You do not know anything about me
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| I have the wind in my eyes and a tear flies
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| I left innocence in my sheets
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| Don't touch the shirt because it's high fashion
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| She wants some coke to stay firm
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| When you fuck in hotels and you don't close the door
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| Then it muddies me on the blogs but I don't care
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| I call it back and we do it all again
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| And it's even stronger than last time
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| You can only touch her if you give her the dead hand
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| Each bottle a candle like a cake
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| My city on fire like a torch
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| The only Neapolitan who will make history
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| I'm on my way, I'm on my way, give me a quarter of an hour
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| The steering wheel stopped me for half an hour
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| They asked me for my documents and if I have drugs
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| God, God, he took the gun |