I wanted to make an disc, I wrote a book on instrumental pieces
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Never mind the means are instrumental, rare pieces like the conscience of one
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turn here
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They patch things up and they call it a turning point between half truths and closed mouths
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You live halfway between damned souls and disillusioned ones
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Existential precariousness that assails us, hurting ourselves is a natural practice...
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I live in Italy ... the Hunchback knew about everyone and it is not Notre Dame
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There are more tricks in the boot than in a beauty farm
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Give me a reason to stay or escape elsewhere
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As expected, I struggle with my dissatisfaction
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I aim high but make a mistake, like Roby Baggio the last penalty in '94
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May we have a little courage of those who live in Gaza
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Adaptability of those who have home
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And it is no coincidence that a tabula rasa of ideals
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Passions burn like tax bills
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They eat money and my people are anorexia
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But it's only love if love you can give and love it is!
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RET
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Come on, from here to where I don't know but I'll speed up
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And now on your hands, now on your hands
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How difficult it is to remain human without a tomorrow |
Between always or never, what are you going to do, will you stay or will you go...
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At school, only notes on the register
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Zero study today the study brings notes that I record
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Whether I have talent I don't know but I'm making another record
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New emotions wary of limitations
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Three-quarter sweatshirt and hood in the jungle
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I make my every curve angular and being inhuman disturbs
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They want to change the world with slogans
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They have the same effect as this rapper with the Hogan bros
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I don't know what comes to me certain nights
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The wee hours and the immense moon shines in your eyes
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Remain united despite everything and everyone
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I strengthen roots even when there are no fruits
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And keep the sweetness of small gestures
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Preserve the magic you lose when you grow up
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It's just love and love both if you can
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All in one stroke and go ... Gaetano Bresci!
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RET
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Come on, from here to where I don't know but I'll speed up
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And now on your hands, now on your hands
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How difficult it is to remain human without a tomorrow
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Between always or never, what are you going to do, will you stay or go
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Away from here to where I don't know but I'll speed up
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Via destination utopia on these roads |
Looking for new poetry and you
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Without knowing where or why you come away ...
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Come away with me |