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Lucciole che mi tormentano
La notte si fa sempre piu buia
E sono stanco di essere il tuo poggiamano
Si scolorisce la tua maglia
Mi devo arrendere all'idea di essere solo
Prima o poi sfrutterò il mio armaiolo
La stanza la riempio di oggetti
Per non vedere i mostri e i loro balletti
Confusione, ansia mi tremano le mani
Vorrei solo urlare per non ascoltarmi
Mentre sempre di piu ti allontani
Non siamo adatti a quello che tutti cercano
I dolori non smettono! insegnano!
Adesso i tuoi capelli copriranno la faccia di qualcun altro

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Writer(s): Marco Severo
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