Pioggia. Tanta pioggia che mi sommerge. I ricordi del Diavolo. Il testo mi fa schifo o forse no. Non importa. Al ritornello esplodo. Mentre guido con le lacrime, mentre stringo il volante e mi dico, disperato di dover andare avanti. Solo nella notte a contorcermi. Mi calmo, ascolto qualche cazzata alla radio quando in realtà vorrei solo la tua voce. Non posso fermarmi. Fermarti. Lacrime sulla pelle che non esistono, troppo in fondo, troppo nell'animo, dove giacciono le bestie ferite che a me piace tanto riportare in uno stato alterato di vita.
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and it feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and it feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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