| When you would like to get there and do not accept the surrender
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| You're almost there, but at the very end you lose your grip
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| We wanted a house in heaven, unfortunately it is in Milan
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| And you look at the stars from the ground and you shout it's too far
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| When you keep trying because you want to do it
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| But everyone around you is telling you to give up
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| I look at the stars from the ground, from below I call them
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| I know no one will answer, it's too far
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| When you barely speak and walk around the city
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| Taking your ghosts with you
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| This society has no time to contemplate us
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| It is a jungle full of sad and tired animals
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| And the more you try to avoid and meet eyes
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| The more you drink and come back late at night
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| You shout to this world "you are a bunch of bastards"
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| And your best friends are Jack Daniel's and Mister Bacardi
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| And you go, light one and fly with your head
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| To a man if you take away his dreams of him what is left of him
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| I have heard of people who survived water and talk
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| Of a dead Brother because he had nothing to fight for
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| I know you are like me, you want to leave
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| Your parents don't understand you and your friends betray you, don't give a damn
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| Or at least try, even if it's so hard
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| Aim from a lifetime to the moon, and still be here
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| Grew up among billboards and trash
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| I've been losing feathers ever since I was born
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| By now I have bare wings, I have put a good "no" on my cravings
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| With a capital N because it looks like God is sleeping
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| You can pray all you want, huge mistake
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| You can get on the rails while the train runs
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| But maybe we are all here for a reason
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| Perhaps a sperm has just chosen the right egg at the crossroads
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| I look up and don't make up my mind
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| I raped because I hated studying and ended up writing a book
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| I would be liable for murder, for all the dreams I killed
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| Since the state does not give subsidies
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| If you are 16 and you peddle to buy yourself a dress
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| And at 26 you look back and wonder where you are
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| Seeking my way like Carlito
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| But now the knuckles are bleeding
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| As much as I knocked on heaven
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| We are crabs in a barrel, we are specks
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| On God's shirt and he's about to clean it
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| We are here to suffer, sometimes it seems that way
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| If since we are born we begin to die
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| And perhaps this is the darker version
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| Other than this Frà I don't know one
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| I've lit so many fires on the moon
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| That I look like a Shaman
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| And I loved Brooklyn, but my home remains Milan
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| It remains the city of smoke with all its contradictions
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| Enough sluts and smoke to knock you out
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| And I don't know for sure about my senses I lost Frà
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| Some for a Pupa, others for a shipment from Bogota
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| I feel alone here, really alone Frà
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| They say life is a movie, mine is a Colossal
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| I live on bread and regret, I don't eat anything else
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| And I try to flap my wings, but I don't leave the asphalt |