He was the pride of the family, he had a world in his pupils
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Catching sparks was as impossible as lying to her
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Mara, fascinated by chemistry, studied with determination
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She asked herself "Who are we?" |
she answered «action and reaction»
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There will always be a need of a pharmacist, that is what they say in the country,
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every dream has its costs
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With tired eyes over the books in the evening
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An hour and a half by coach, the distance
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Between her room and the university, from the fields of earth to the city
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Her mother of hers who greeted her as if she were going to war
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A scholarship as a starting point
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The first headaches will be fatigue
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In the laboratory, molecules under the microscope
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Materials and solvents, at your ease between experiments
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Thoughts, hypotheses, hours of hard work and publications signed by the names of
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usual professors
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But there will be better days, Mara who discovers love, meets Franco
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enhancing the importance of feeling him next to you
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A simple formula takes them to the delivery room
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Mara between test tubes and vials, then at night she promised Silvia a happy ending between |
fairy tales
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Extreme reasoning, the apprenticeship, before he was in lesson with a big belly
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What a thrill, being a woman and give a name
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To the sense of a relationship, the best fruit
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I'll be there, always next to you
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Loving you know, is a simple formula
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But what you like sometimes is what harms you and you don't know
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You'll see that the more cruel it is, the more it fascinates you
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I'll be there, I'm next to you
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And I will love you, it's a simple formula
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It is chemistry that unites every bond
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In this infamous world
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Which the more cruel and more fascinates us
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Mara has a daughter, she has a family, she is a preparatory researcher
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She is hired by a pharmaceutical company
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Practice research and never give up (never)
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He escapes from the crowd but doesn't run away (go)
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Segregated in a hood, she breathes in a bubble
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Between toxic waste disposed of badly and increasingly frequent headaches,
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with slightly duller eyes
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The first fainting, guinea pig for spills
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Fragile morals amid wet sheets
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And the face as white as that damned coat
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Impregnated with sweat and benzene
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Franco next to her who tells her "don't worry, everything is fine" |
But a strange taste on the palate, particles of lethal poison that I inhaled
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They burn oxygen, it's a carcinogenic world
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Mara knows bitterness, she holds her most dear present tightly, she sees the door of
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own future ajar, waiting for the last gust of wind
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She experiences the hypocrisy of an Italy that throws her away, she who could have emigrated for
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study and today she dreams of euthanasia
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And with bated breath she says "take care of yourself"
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I will always be beside you
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If you don't see me don't shed tears
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You know, what you like sometimes is what harms you and you don't know
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You'll see that the more cruel it is, the more it fascinates you
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I'll be there, I'm next to you
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You don't see me but don't shed tears
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Sometimes you know, even the soul bleeds
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It is chemistry that the more cruel it is, the more it fascinates us |