Se potessi raccontarti. E riuscissi a farti capire. Solo una volta. Solo una dannatissima volta. L’ansia che ho dentro.
Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips
with what you said No it's not in my head I can´t awaken the dead, day after day Why don't we talk about it? Why do you always doubt
that there can be a better way? It doesn't make me wanna stay
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