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ca jèsceno fòre from every purtone
but how many perzone perzone perzone
for this city
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they all overlook from 'o same balcony
but how many people people people people people
who are watching
It's like a quadrille, who gives it and who takes it
and people get angry, yes Damn, if 'mbroglia
it's a rib saglie saglie saglie
and I don't want to pass it
it's traffic blocking every meter of the road
and it's not he finds a way out of the house
and goes to Fernì who blocks him for life
and no one can save you
People, people, people
what do they take? or among me there are those who know and those who leave
and there are those who are appeased and those who hide
you won't pay for it
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'nu vià I see that he moves away the hand that touches it
It's the one who feels 'inside' the bag in his hand
And he puts his toe on his toe. 'a quadrille, who gives it and who takes it
and people get angry, they get angry, they cheat
it's a rib saglie saglie saglie
and I don't want to pass
br/>It's the traffic that blocks every meter of the road
And you can't find the exit door
And it goes to Fernì which also blocks you for life
/>and no one can save you
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