| And have to pretend and live like a man
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| I know because it happened to me years ago
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| During a flight that is too low, too curious
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| Initially, bro, I loved humanity
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| Always tense between what is done and what is not done
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| Suddenly wondering "what if that was all?"
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| I would have killed, believe me, for a dose of novelty
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| From up here the cranes do the facelift to the city
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| They hide the age, but they are half successful
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| There is electricity in the sky, millions of human affairs
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| Blue like a monitor, banks of clouds and data
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| And on earth they mock albatrosses and free wills
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| Already from the dawn in the first songs and in the first myths
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| I could train to improve myself
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| I want to alienate myself, I want to ignore you
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| Without descending there is no catharsis
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| We are mortal, but we are stubborn
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| And I go up, away from the echo of my regrets
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| And the cities from here look like little cancers
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| On earth I am alone like a dog, but I can fly
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| And, then, thousands of outstretched arms to land on
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| Up, higher and higher
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| Why doesn't that pain come up here
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| Down, I know over there
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| The facts of life repeat themselves in a loop
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| Look, I'm not here to be judged by Klaus Davi
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| Make me dress to measure by exploiting slaves
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| Let me feed or tuck in by Moldovan
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| I am here to practice what you dreamed of
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| I arrive on flat earth with no promotion
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| For a glide defect or a deviation
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| It is not that I snub the referee or the scene
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| But landing is always a problem for the albatross
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| Eighty-five kilos of meat, heart of tin
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| Reassessed, in flight I find my exact science
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| This infiltrated music, American, like Gladio
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| Don't talk about it if you've never done it chistu, like Claudio
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| This music is poetry because the dead escape us
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| Which then in the end it is me for the hunger I bring
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| The albatross subsides, hunger passes and I don't eat anymore
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| I cry everything, the evil passes and at dawn I no longer cry
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| Cinematic optics and fake poses
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| The best years and the best girls are taking from us
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| But if we die it will not be in vain, it will be in flight
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| On the sofa, my hunger returns and I devour you
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| Up, higher and higher
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| Why doesn't that pain come up here
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| Down, I know over there
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| The facts of life repeat themselves in a loop
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| If these wings are like two oars, rowing against the current
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| I crash because an inconsistent wind changes the level
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| Who pushes towards the ocean, who stays in its stream
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| Who made a plane ticket, who leaves with the brain
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| And if you are brave, open your eyes slowly when you break
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| Here is a slaughterhouse, here there is excruciating darkness and you throw yourself
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| Here is a hallucinating water, rain, piss or cry
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| Tonight the angels will kick
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| And if freedom leads out, you jail us around
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| You imprison us like pigeons, travelers without messages
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| When the sun is silent, when it tumbles with its rays
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| But what a luxury the night sky is when it is the compass of my travels
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| Now the stars are going to slalom, all attentive, all agitated
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| So much so that I learned to fly and they are always all shot
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| First, you'll truck the dry leaves off the blocks
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| Afterwards, those soldiers stand above those trees as in autumn
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| And the Pacific crews have been saying this for an era
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| That whoever reigns unchallenged in heaven does not reveal himself on earth
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| And for an albatross, if the wind blows to the sides, it is already spring
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| Because the first sail has already blossomed on the mast of the ship
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| Up, higher and higher
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| Why doesn't that pain come up here
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| Down, I know over there
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| The facts of life repeat themselves in a loop
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| I fly over borders like an albatross
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| I fly over borders like an albatross |