stasera non ho sonno, e per quanto ne so ho messo il repeat al lettore.
facciamoci del fottuto male.

odio non sapere quello che voglio.

the call to arms was never true
time to imbibe here’s to you
I’ll tell you stories bruised and blue
of drum machines and landslides

just one more round before we’re through
more psychedelic yuppie flu
It’s such a silly thing to do
now we’re stuck on rewind

let’s follow the cops back home
follow the cops back home
let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses

the call to arms was never true
let’s take a ride and push it through
suspended animation glue
blame it on apartheid

let’s spend the night in Jimmy Choo's
I’ll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I’ll give you nothing else to do
now we’re stuck on rewind

let’s follow the cops back home
follow the cops back home
let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses

let’s follow the cops back home
follow the cops back home
let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses

the call to arms was never true
I’m medicated, how are you?
let’s take a dive, swim right through
sophisticated points of view

let’s follow the cops back home
follow the cops back home
let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses

let’s follow the cops back home
follow the cops back home
let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses

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c a z z o !

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