When your name comes, I feel sick
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A trill of sadness passes through Rome
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My mother says, "What?
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His name suddenly came up again, you are crazy"
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He says, "What has become of this situation?"
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"Shame on you, you are forty years old"
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He says, "The same spirit opened with itself."
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He says under his breath, "He's going to the mountains tonight."
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My friends say, "Enough, poor man."
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Then they say behind my back, "A child has a right."
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They say you are a party behind my back
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I will return, they say it is expensive
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When your name is mentioned, everyone is covered
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It's like beating me in line
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As if not as if, I am grown up
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I'm going to hug my grandmother
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I go to hug him, he is shaking
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He says "cry, you hurt me"
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"Cry if you are drowning in fire
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But you will not be empty with my crying"
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I know he is upset
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He wanted one when he was young
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One whose name is not that big
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One who is definitely not a grandfather
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When your name is mentioned, everyone is covered
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It's like beating me in line
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As if not as if, I am grown up
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I'm going to hug my grandmother |