| Dreams, mother****ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go | |
| I’ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| Oggi aspetti e rifletti che le tue mani son già vecchie | |
| Chiuso tra quattro muri che han più orecchie dei tuoi amici sordi che | |
| Non vedono quei fondali profondi come fiordi né | |
| I paesaggi che tu sorvoli come rondine | |
| Né i messaggi che non apri perché non conviene | |
| Indifferenti a quel silenzio che conosci bene, e che dice | |
| Tante cose, il problema è che non le sai mettere in | |
| Ordine, sei convinto che la sequenza si ripeta invariabile | |
| Ma il crittogramma resta indecifrabile | |
| E tu sospetti che | |
| Sia la tua visione a bloccare ogni spiraglio, arma a doppio taglio | |
| Troppo colore addosso per non restare ciechi a tutto il resto | |
| O ci credi o si fa presto, chiudo la porta al nuovo, una volta o due ci provo | |
| Poi basta, desisto, percepisco | |
| Che c’è qualcosa in te ma non approfondisco | |
| Più capisco e più non rischio | |
| È un fisco che non si evade | |
| E si cade, e si cade | |
| Dreams, mother****ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go | |
| I’ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| I’m still learning to live, often up after hours | |
| Struggling and missing vigor like Liv in the Two Towers | |
| Stronger when I was younger, that’s entirely possible | |
| Is it true that growing older I’ve been growing flexible? | |
| Plexiglas on that wall and it is destructible | |
| But what’s beyond is invisible so better stay on this side | |
| And see wide awake and abide that I can’t flee | |
| Just coexist with me and never insist on wondering what else I may just be? | |
| Could be, but trouble is, the world’s a stage and I’m naked up there like Flea | |
| I’d like to get off, bye, check, out of the public eye | |
| Like moving from LA to the goddamn Czech Republic try | |
| Not to hide what I’ve inside so you’ll take me as I am | |
| Don’t know if it’s the right path but I’ll pick the mic and fight, slam | |
| Looking behind, I know what I’ve done and it’s some | |
| Citizen of my head, going on away from where I’m from | |
| Dreams, mother****ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through islands and the oceans | |
| I’m gonna change | |
| The islands and the oceans | |
| Within my vein | |
| Driving alone, driving lonely | |
| Aside my battered guitar, my one and only | |
| Driven by a star that I still see in full daylight | |
| The others don’t and I still don’t know who’s got better eyes | |
| I’ve been the one who rolls the dice of his lies and denies | |
| That everything’s got a price, maybe not the air | |
| Maybe not some feelings | |
| But how much do you pay everyday | |
| So that all your breaths don’t lose meaning? | |
| Freezing, without heating, (like) staring at some ceiling | |
| Reading dumb books to avoid dreaming | |
| Still unsure if I’m trying to fit in | |
| This mess, somewhere the sky shines pure | |
| But it’s a lost game of chess | |
| To guess where the clouds don’t tread | |
| A 1-in-1m chance, thinking ‘bout hurts my head | |
| Waiting for some new wind to blow on these roads | |
| Forever old, driving, since I was born | |
| Dreams, mother****ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go | |
| I’ve left them tonight and let them go |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| Oggi aspetti e rifletti che le tue mani son gia vecchie | |
| Chiuso tra quattro muri che han piu orecchie dei tuoi amici sordi che | |
| Non vedono quei fondali profondi come fiordi ne | |
| I paesaggi che tu sorvoli come rondine | |
| Ne i messaggi che non apri perche non conviene | |
| Indifferenti a quel silenzio che conosci bene, e che dice | |
| Tante cose, il problema e che non le sai mettere in | |
| Ordine, sei convinto che la sequenza si ripeta invariabile | |
| Ma il crittogramma resta indecifrabile | |
| E tu sospetti che | |
| Sia la tua visione a bloccare ogni spiraglio, arma a doppio taglio | |
| Troppo colore addosso per non restare ciechi a tutto il resto | |
| O ci credi o si fa presto, chiudo la porta al nuovo, una volta o due ci provo | |
| Poi basta, desisto, percepisco | |
| Che c'e qualcosa in te ma non approfondisco | |
| Piu capisco e piu non rischio | |
| È un fisco che non si evade | |
| E si cade, e si cade | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| I' m still learning to live, often up after hours | |
| Struggling and missing vigor like Liv in the Two Towers | |
| Stronger when I was younger, that' s entirely possible | |
| Is it true that growing older I' ve been growing flexible? | |
| Plexiglas on that wall and it is destructible | |
| But what' s beyond is invisible so better stay on this side | |
| And see wide awake and abide that I can' t flee | |
| Just coexist with me and never insist on wondering what else I may just be? | |
| Could be, but trouble is, the world' s a stage and I' m naked up there like Flea | |
| I' d like to get off, bye, check, out of the public eye | |
| Like moving from LA to the goddamn Czech Republic try | |
| Not to hide what I' ve inside so you' ll take me as I am | |
| Don' t know if it' s the right path but I' ll pick the mic and fight, slam | |
| Looking behind, I know what I' ve done and it' s some | |
| Citizen of my head, going on away from where I' m from | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through islands and the oceans | |
| I' m gonna change | |
| The islands and the oceans | |
| Within my vein | |
| Driving alone, driving lonely | |
| Aside my battered guitar, my one and only | |
| Driven by a star that I still see in full daylight | |
| The others don' t and I still don' t know who' s got better eyes | |
| I' ve been the one who rolls the dice of his lies and denies | |
| That everything' s got a price, maybe not the air | |
| Maybe not some feelings | |
| But how much do you pay everyday | |
| So that all your breaths don' t lose meaning? | |
| Freezing, without heating, like staring at some ceiling | |
| Reading dumb books to avoid dreaming | |
| Still unsure if I' m trying to fit in | |
| This mess, somewhere the sky shines pure | |
| But it' s a lost game of chess | |
| To guess where the clouds don' t tread | |
| A 1in1m chance, thinking ' bout hurts my head | |
| Waiting for some new wind to blow on these roads | |
| Forever old, driving, since I was born | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| Oggi aspetti e rifletti che le tue mani son già vecchie | |
| Chiuso tra quattro muri che han più orecchie dei tuoi amici sordi che | |
| Non vedono quei fondali profondi come fiordi né | |
| I paesaggi che tu sorvoli come rondine | |
| Né i messaggi che non apri perché non conviene | |
| Indifferenti a quel silenzio che conosci bene, e che dice | |
| Tante cose, il problema è che non le sai mettere in | |
| Ordine, sei convinto che la sequenza si ripeta invariabile | |
| Ma il crittogramma resta indecifrabile | |
| E tu sospetti che | |
| Sia la tua visione a bloccare ogni spiraglio, arma a doppio taglio | |
| Troppo colore addosso per non restare ciechi a tutto il resto | |
| O ci credi o si fa presto, chiudo la porta al nuovo, una volta o due ci provo | |
| Poi basta, desisto, percepisco | |
| Che c'è qualcosa in te ma non approfondisco | |
| Più capisco e più non rischio | |
| È un fisco che non si evade | |
| E si cade, e si cade | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go | |
| I' m still learning to live, often up after hours | |
| Struggling and missing vigor like Liv in the Two Towers | |
| Stronger when I was younger, that' s entirely possible | |
| Is it true that growing older I' ve been growing flexible? | |
| Plexiglas on that wall and it is destructible | |
| But what' s beyond is invisible so better stay on this side | |
| And see wide awake and abide that I can' t flee | |
| Just coexist with me and never insist on wondering what else I may just be? | |
| Could be, but trouble is, the world' s a stage and I' m naked up there like Flea | |
| I' d like to get off, bye, check, out of the public eye | |
| Like moving from LA to the goddamn Czech Republic try | |
| Not to hide what I' ve inside so you' ll take me as I am | |
| Don' t know if it' s the right path but I' ll pick the mic and fight, slam | |
| Looking behind, I know what I' ve done and it' s some | |
| Citizen of my head, going on away from where I' m from | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through islands and the oceans | |
| I' m gonna change | |
| The islands and the oceans | |
| Within my vein | |
| Driving alone, driving lonely | |
| Aside my battered guitar, my one and only | |
| Driven by a star that I still see in full daylight | |
| The others don' t and I still don' t know who' s got better eyes | |
| I' ve been the one who rolls the dice of his lies and denies | |
| That everything' s got a price, maybe not the air | |
| Maybe not some feelings | |
| But how much do you pay everyday | |
| So that all your breaths don' t lose meaning? | |
| Freezing, without heating, like staring at some ceiling | |
| Reading dumb books to avoid dreaming | |
| Still unsure if I' m trying to fit in | |
| This mess, somewhere the sky shines pure | |
| But it' s a lost game of chess | |
| To guess where the clouds don' t tread | |
| A 1in1m chance, thinking ' bout hurts my head | |
| Waiting for some new wind to blow on these roads | |
| Forever old, driving, since I was born | |
| Dreams, mother ers | |
| The hair so short is gonna grow | |
| The sun passes through the sunglasses | |
| Uplifted tonight I' ve let them go | |
| I' ve left them tonight and let them go |
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