Climatic conditions that make me sterile
I would like to burn you in a natural way
But when I'm like this you make me look like an idiot
After all, I was your vital organ
Or I remember wrongly ? I remember badly
So I decide that for our own good
I will be boringly magnetic and intriguing
And now I'm a nice idiot
But you believe me because you can't see it outside
Climatic conditions that make me sterile
And how much the delicacy we use hurts us
So as not to hurt ourselves but if you looked inside what I say
You would see me screaming how happy I am
That Milan is not the truth 
Milan is not the truth 
Milan is not the truth 
Milan is not It's the truth
Climatic conditions that make me sterile
What will you do when the novelty you represent is over?
You will appeal to the uselessness of punctuality
About punctuality
Milan is not the truth 
Milan is not the truth 
Milan is not the truth

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