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X3
I pay the rent, it's five hundred
It's already been a year since I was at the temple
At the moment I sustain myself when the wind blows
If I lay on the words like an accent does
If I get scared I'm ashamed of the affection
If at times the more a thing is important the less I appreciate it
It's 'cause, sure, being moved it's nice
But it's better being as cold as ice
To avoid baking your brain
How cold it is inside, it's a cold that is outside
An extreme cold worse than the cold that is outside
Outside my home you go towards winter
And the more the trees strip off the more I gotta dress
I have a bro's tracksuit that keeps me warm
I pull up this zipper that is a hug
And I fly outside and I fly high with my thoughts, it's a precarious balance
I look for the floor with my feet like when I wake up
When you ask me how I feel
I shut myself down and I stop and I seem more sensitive
With the void inside you can't hear the reverberation
You can be depressed without knowing it
Yeah, us in the back of a Seat
Drunk and high in the bedroom on IKEA's beds
Imagine how good of an idea it'd be to mix sweet days and sour ones
And then to stop to taste that flavor that's created
I have daydreams under the blanket
So strange that they're why I sleep with my mouth open
In the storm it floats in the cool water
Stay in the saddle with the beer and the cigarette
And at times I think there's a world that fools itself
That has a thousand doubts about love and knows everything about sex
That wises himself up to be a bit more stupid
That takes a double shift to get high more often
And that's why I think I'm wrong to trust it
Faith is blind, I don't have it, 'cause I open my eyes and look
And you don't know I have what it takes 'cause I was a mess
If I don't cry it's for embarassment, not for courage
How can you believe in everything, you explain it to me
That even if I have thick skin I always have my hair stood up
You say that if I'm scared then I'm not anymore
If after a dark day I pray to the blue sky
We don't want the answers, ignorance is art
We don't ask questions, the cops do (acab)
We don't believe to bullshit, we don't take part
We're all born from a pair of balls
I want a lot of cash, it's a while I don't talk
but I wrote a piece that talks about you (fuck I miss you)
I don't want a fucking thing, only the X3
I have you on my dick but I don't give a fuck about me anymore
miriamp✕
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Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stai con l'Ucraina!
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