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Intro
00:21
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Bambini fasciati di denti
soldati che vanno per strada
è un mondo fatto di mondi
al contrario ognuno si va
e poi ci sono tutte
e poi ci sono tutte
Quelle storie
che non ho mai
detto
mai
per paura di sbagliare
non le ho dette per paura di sbagliare
Bambini fasciati di denti
sono tutti quelli ho
ci sono molti uomini felici
non ne conosco neanche uno.
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Una Luna mio Amor!
03:58
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Prestami una Luna
che la mia se ne è andata
Prestami una Luna
che la mia se ne è andata.
Prestami una Luna
che la mia se ne è andata.
Prestami una Luna
Prestami una Luna
mio Amor!
Prestami la Luna
Mi son scordato di recuperarla
Prestami la Luna
che da quaggiù
non la vedo.
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Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
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Pensaci ogni tanto
Quando viene la Sera
Tu sei come l'Alba.
Spazzi via ogni tristezza.
Eppure se son qua
è colpa tua
non mi sento di giudicare
ogni tua insicurezza.
Quando sono fuori
e c'è il Sole
Tu mi torni in mente come un temporale
Nascondo ogni mia canzone
Dentro al Rumore!
Ma questo tu lo sai
ma questo tu lo sai
si questo tu lo sai
ma questo tu lo sai
ma questo tu lo sai
si questo Tu.
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TTTT
02:03
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Guardami sono qua giù
nell'orizzonte
si trova una statua di sale
ed ogni
piccolo
piccolo gnomo
vuole
toccare la statua di sale
E non c'è più
un luogo dove andare.
E se non sbaglio
sono qui anche io.
Tutti
con la testa sotto la sabbia
Tutti con il cuore diviso a metà.
Dimmi qualcosa che ti piace.
Dammi un motivo per starti a sentire.
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Awful Fucking Waste
01:40
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I know some place
that I don't recall
but I want to go there, anyway
where the Sun come and dive
on the green green green green grass
On the green green green grass.
I wanna go away
to this place that I don't care
to this faces that are waste
An absolute fucking waste
An absolute fucking waste.
A waste.
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Susetto Er Duro Rome, Italy
Susetto nacque in una notte senza luna nelle profondità di Ponte Mammolo. Un luogo ben conosciuto per le sue tremende
insidie. Lì, nascosta nell'immondizia, Susetto trovò la sua Scatola Musicale. (Forse nata insieme a lui?)
Susetto ha sempre amato urlare e far sentire la sua voce, seguilo nel suo Viaggio tra le meraviglie dell'espressione e del conoscere se stessi attraverso l'arte.
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