| I was born in a hurry
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| No time to cry, caught in the grip
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| Tears also cost
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| Browse my pages
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| Behind me I have emptiness
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| Of a generation born inside a video game
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| Born in 1986, relatively young
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| But I've had too many cocks, like a nympho
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| Psychopathic eye, formerly like Tricarico
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| I learned to screw the state like a fake invalid
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| My only chance, to get my space
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| This world was not working, so I went to the other
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| Year after year, record after record
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| Now they pay them all like the Count of Monte Cristo
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| I don't meddle with you
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| Love is not a risk
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| I told her "it's magical to me," and in fact then I disappear
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| Johnny Heartless but at least he's still alive
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| Handcuffs on my wrists, I jump from a runaway train like the fugitive
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| Everything I do
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| I live it as if it were a day that I tear
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| You believe this world does not come from the other
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| You're wrong, my heart hasn't beaten and ...
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| I run on the wire, I run on the wire
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| You will never have me alive, you will never have me alive
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| Like a fugitive
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| Our sun eclipses
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| Revolt in the streets, and in the local brawl
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| Hunger here is fixed
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| You think it doesn't exist
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| Until a bomb goes off and you remember Melissa
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| I am Italian
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| But sometimes I hate Milan
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| And I would like to escape and never come back like Saviano
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| So far away that the Milky Way is around the corner
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| I walk on the wire, already like a tightrope walker
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| I don't miss mine, think what a surprise
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| I don't have a father because he didn't want a son
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| Feet on the chair, noose around the neck
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| Or with a weight on me in the water while I sink
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| Here they want me dead, but I write the book
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| Don't take life seriously, you don't get out of it alive
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| Johnny Heartless but at least he's still alive
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| Handcuffs on my wrists, I jump from a runaway train like the fugitive
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| Everything I do
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| I live it as if it were a day that I tear
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| You believe this world does not come from the other
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| You're wrong, my heart hasn't beaten and ...
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| I run on the wire, I run on the wire
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| You will never have me alive, you will never have me alive
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| Like a fugitive
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| It is already ridiculous
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| The way they look at you, what they tell you
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| «Marcio you're getting old, between 'you are too young
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| Ok, you have a good record, but we are interested in the single! "
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| Rap is a nightmare, keep that in mind
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| Fini is going to make us the deck infinitely
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| For a gold record we cut our throats
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| It looks like a microphone, but it's the barrel of a gun
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| And I rap on it, now I don't know who to believe anymore
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| They also steal during the day, so I live in darkness
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| Johnny Heartless but at least he's still alive
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| Handcuffs on my wrists, I jump from a runaway train like the fugitive |