Seventeen

30 minutes late
And i guess i'll keep on waiting
45 degrees
And i'm starting getting sweaty
Someone is here
And i think that we're ready to start
Then i look
And the bass is bigger than my own car

We'd better run
We can't waste any minute
I feel the engine's leaking
The car has stopped
The weather's giving a bad feeling
While the sky is screaming

Seventeen, friday seventeen
This bad luck just won't ever stop
Blame it on the seventeen
Seventeen, friday seventeen
Adversity is my own cult
Blame it on the seventeen

Just a question of fate
You can't complain until it happens
Miles and wet shoes
They won't stop me if i'm playing
But suddenly
There is more than a broken car
Then i look
There's another broken string on guitar

Now hurry up
And if you find this is annoying
There is someone calling
The gig is gone
According to what was spoken
We gotta left heartbroken

Seventeen, friday seventeen
This bad luck just won't ever stop
Blame it on the seventeen
Seventeen, friday seventeen
Adversity is my own cult
Blame it on the seventeen

There will always be some trouble with these things
But the next time
We will play another friday, the thirteen

Playing on the thirteen

The thirteen, friday the thirteen
Playing on the thirteen
The thirteen, friday the thirteen
We hope this night will be ok
Never play another gig
On friday seventeen



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Writer(s): Daniele Sica, Jacopo Camerani, Luca Cervo, Matteo Fagnani
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