| I can't sit still with my hands in my hands
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| So many things I have to do before tomorrow comes
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| And if she is already sleeping I cannot rest
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| I'll make sure that when I wake up she won't be able to forget me anymore
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| Because this long night, it is no more black than black
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| Make yourself big sweet moon and fill the whole sky
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| And so that that smile of hers can come back again
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| Sun shine in the morning like you haven't done yet
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| And then get her to sing the songs she learned
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| I will build for her a silence that no one has ever heard
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| I'll wake up all lovers, I'll talk for hours and hours
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| Let's hug each other stronger, because she wants love
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| Then let's run through the streets and start dancing
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| Because she wants joy, because she hates resentment
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| And then with the buckets of paint we color all the walls
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| Houses, alleys and buildings, because she loves colors
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| We collect all the flowers, which can give us spring
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| Let's build her a cradle, to love each other when it is evening
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| Then let's go up to her in the sky, and get her a star
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| Because Margherita is good, because Margherita is beautiful
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| Because Margherita is sweet, because Margherita is real
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| Because Margherita loves, and she does it for a whole night
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| Because Margherita is a dream, because Margherita is the salt
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| Because Margherita is the wind and she doesn't know that she can hurt
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| Because Margherita is everything, and she is my madness
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| Margherita, Margherita
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| Margherita, now she is mine
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| Margherita is mine |