Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
I'm here with you more and more alone
You and me without speaking
I'm here with you more and more alone
I feel all the strangeness growing
/>of two people there in an ugly brown dining room
I don't speak no, sorry sorry
When you speak it's to judge
and my misfortune to reproach
since I already know the banalities that you love
I close in on myself more and more
I'm the one who had the Mocambo, a small bar
I've always been ignorant but I'm a handsome man and then...
I also know how to deal, I am always elegant and you who have studied
despise my world and me too
and you look at me now with cold irony
while I am teaching myself and trying a path
and you are ever more bitter
Today the Curator offered me a coffee
it was better than the one I made
and he smiled as he saw that I was a little down
and he closed himself off more and more.

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