What a strange life outside the bar
while you curse that it's already Monday
and you're dying a bit
and if at 20 you expect more
postpone your dreams and be satisfied that
we are in the north........there is no fog
And once again on roads and away
the asphalt shouts at the wheels because
in reality there is no rush
without a goal you will never invent something
Stories to survive
Diego, hit harder,
she isn't there It's more why?
It won't be like living
it takes much more,
much more for me
This city is really dead
while you realize that it's three o'clock
and soon we'll work
all day thinking that
on Saturday evening you'll see her again
the one you don't know but
life sooner or later
Become what you want
Stories to survive.....

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