Literary Road

There was a time when I thought
Everyday was the same day
From the morning to the night
And I did not realize
Chasing a new memory
My father, the taste, the scent
Mom went out and slams her heels
It was not so bad

Everytime I smell or taste it
Is like going back to that place
And it's not so bad
I go back as a boy looking for his future

My first cigarette out of school
Every puff was self-esteem
Girls and all my endless changes
Finding them, losing myself
Smell of gas, riding my bike
Music shows and the smell of grass
An old record takes me there
it was not so bad

Everytime I smell or taste it
Is like going back to that place
And it's not so bad
I go back as a boy looking for his future

Everytime I smell or taste it
Is like going back to that place
And it's not so bad
I go back as a boy looking for his future
FINE



Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Caniati
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