Buio, mare, vedo buio e mare Fumo in bagno, non mi so calmare, oh Cosa ho fatto io per farti male? Giulio dice di farmi aiutare Le mie lacrime in una clessidra Due bottiglie dentro una valigia Questa parla, non mi ha mai capita Sputa come un mitra Cosa fare, dimmi cosa fare Sembri forte dietro un cellulare, eh Cosa ho fatto io per farti male? L'ho scopata, ma per farmi odiare Questa notte resto in vita, eh Grida pure che è finita, eh Ma non piangere da me Se quando torni la tua bocca è già tradita, eh Eh, nana, eh Sorridi pure quando piove Eh, lala, eh In testa ho solo un'altra canzone, un'altra canzone, un'altra ca- Chiama pure la tua amica, eh Grida pure che è finita, eh Eh, nana, eh Sorridi pure quando piove Eh, lala, eh In testa ho solo un'altra canzone, un'altra canzone, un'altra ca- Chiama pure la tua amica, eh Grida pure che è finita, eh Buio e mare, vedo buio e mare Nella bocca ma si gode il sale, oh Vetri scuri su una tangenziale Ferma l'auto, devo vomitare Quest'autista mi assomiglia, eh Mi racconta che ha una figlia, eh Io gli urlo che l'ho persa solo Perché mamma ha preso una pastiglia, eh Io non parlo, giuro che non parlo Con sti stronzi che mi chiedono soltanto Se mi piace farlo, se mi piace darlo Se a lei piace un altro e piange se gli manco Mi spaventa il palco, ma poi punto in alto Figli di puttana, non aspettano altro Se mi butto salto, se di punto in bianco Come fossi matto, come fossi asfalto Come giuro, con te sto a una fine diversa Da quello che versa, da quello che pesta Da quello che ingessa, o una roba o una festa Soltanto perché c'ha due soldi di merda Non cerco dolore, non cerco la guerra Ma cerco passione in un bagno per terra Non cerco più il sole, ma cerco tempesta Di certo non cerco la tua sicurezza Non cerco nemmeno rancore Ti giuro di quello, no, non mi interessa Potessi volare, sì, fino alle stelle Per strapparmi le ali, ricadere a terra, direi Eh, nana, eh Sorridi pure quando piove Eh, lala, eh In testa ho solo un'altra canzone, un'altra canzone, un'altra ca- Chiama pure la tua amica, eh Grida pure che è finita, eh Eh, nana, eh Sorridi pure quando piove Eh, lala, eh In testa ho solo un'altra canzone, un'altra canzone, un'altra ca- Chiama pure la tua amica, eh Grida pure che è finita, eh

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