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Amici, ecco i finalisti
The brightest things mean nothing to me
hard to find decency, hard to find frequency
cut the lights don't fucking touch my blaster
we're born into darkness a species set to disaster
when it comes down to being true, i'd rather be with my headphones than to be with you
i feel like a shipwreck death at my back
sleep in my shoes and you'll miss the attack