Look at me, I can't tell you the truth
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Come on here and tell me that I too have a soul
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If so it is no longer a secret, but in reality
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I can't tell you
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Look at me thoroughly, this time it will not be enough
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You are already shaking and you know that something is wrong
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Do not think about it because so much this time me
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I can't tell you
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The city is long gone and I'm driving here
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I am alive, and I still have her close
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Crouched on the seat, at least she's innocent
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She who knows nothing of what I'm up to
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I mean, that I have ruined everything
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How could I? |
Who knows, maybe it was destiny
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And I take a sip from his window
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To keep the dark out, the morning will come
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And don't ask me questions and I won't tell you lies
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But you don't ask me because I'm on mine
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Because I asked you to leave, without telling anyone
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Because I think for two, which I've always thought for one
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"And there is no longer the future it once was"
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I read in the toilet of the motorway restaurant, what an irony of fate
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But there is no irony in death
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I pay for the coffee and go out, there is haze tonight
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Look at me, I can't tell you the truth
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Come on here and tell me that I too have a soul
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If so it is no longer a secret, but in reality
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I can't tell you
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Look at me thoroughly, this time it will not be enough
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You are already shaking and you know that something is wrong
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Do not think about it because so much this time me
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I can't tell you
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And she says goodbye to me from the windshield, I swallow the bitterness
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I want you to see me without
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There is the sea, there is a breeze, I run to meet her
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With tickets in your pocket for the first ship to depart
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And everything amuses her, she laughs, I'm watching her
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Just thinking she's gone wrong
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Messina shines, I drive among the prickly pears
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Sicilian oranges, she fixes her eyelash makeup
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We arrive when I am already at the table, Rino is at the head of the table
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He is surprised but he doesn't ask what I'm doing there
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He puts us out of Avola
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Old lonely house, all in stone, and, poof, it looks like a fairytale
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He falls in love with it and I think it's a nice way
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For a man to spend his last week
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We stay only for a few hours, I drink, untie that knot
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Now close that curtain, which I want
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Look at me, I can't tell you the truth
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Come on here and tell me that I too have a soul
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If so it is no longer a secret, but in reality
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I can't tell you
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Look at me thoroughly, this time it will not be enough
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You are already shaking and you know that something is wrong
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Do not think about it because so much this time me
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I can't tell you
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After the first few days I don't even think about running away anymore
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I never tell her no, whatever she wants to do
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The sea, the dinners, the peace, the churches, the streets by day
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She is so alive and beautiful, I am dead inside
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The more I realized how beautiful it was to have her
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The time came to lose her
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And she had always been there, like a tightrope
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And I had never reached out to take it
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And now it was late, too late for her and me
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The day after tomorrow I'll be in Milan at six
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To tell him "I didn't make it", that I don't have the money
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To take two hits and even the score
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A circle above me, their faces as I think of you
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While I crack and go to hell, read the ticket
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I put the money in a double bottom, a sunset
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You on the beach laughing in circles, then nothing
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You on the beach laughing in circles, then nothing
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You on the beach laughing in circles, then nothing
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You on the beach laughing in circles, then nothing
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And then nothing ... |