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"I think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said, "and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world" you said. "And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for a second. "I think i'm old and i'm feeling pain" you said, "and it's all running out like it's the end of the world" you said. "And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for a second. Sometimes you make me feel like i'm living at the edge of the world, like i'm living at the edge of the world. "It's just the way i smile" you said.




Mi attanaglia quanto basta, mi strazia quanto deve, quanto può su di me.
Fa il suo mestiere, mesta e crudele.
Mi gira intorno e poi colpisce.
Trancia la mia schiena e arriva al cuore.
Due, tre coltellate.
Poi scappa.
Mi lascia sanguinante, inerme, con un filo di fiato, quel che mi basta per spirare, adesso.
E poi muoio, io muoio sull'organo che si spegne sul la #.