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My moon and me

Not as good as we've been

It's the dirtiest clean I know

My care, my coat

Leave on a high note

There's nowhere to go

Boy, let me know if this is careless, I

Could be torn between two roads that I just can't decide

Which one is leading me to hell or paradise?

Baby, I can’t hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

'Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

Yeah, we're the bitterest guys around

Commission for anonymous

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On sunny days, I go out walking

I end up on a tree-lined street

I look up at the gaps of sunlight

I miss you more than anything

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¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué hora son, mi corazón?

Doce, un minuto

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Parlami dell'odio e dell'amore

E dei segni che ti hanno lasciato (parlami per sempre)

Parlami di come la fortuna

Si è sempre tenuta ben lontana (parlami per sempre)

Parlami per sempre

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Talk to me about hate and love

And of the scars they’ve left on you (talk to me forever)

Talk to me about how luck

Has always kept itself far off (talk to me forever)

Used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face

Tú tiene’ piquete, mami, yo también

Tú estás buena, yo estoy bueno también

Huelo rico y ando con los de cien

Si tú lo quiere’, lo tiene’ que mover

Tú tiene’ piquete, mami, yo también

Tú estás buena, yo estoy bueno también

Huelo rico y ando con los de cien

And I could take another hit for you

And I could take away your trips from you

And I could take away the salt from your eyes

And take away what's been assaulting you

And I could give you my apologies

You came in on a whisper, drip by drip

And leaked in 'til my heart was filled with this

The middle of your ocean, here I sit

‘Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset

But i cant’t help from asking “Are you bored yet?”

And if you’re feeling lonely you should tell me

Penso al brutto dei miei che ho ereditato

Sconfitte che avevo premeditato

Ciò che ho perso forse l’ho meritato

Quel che vedo è solo un autoritratto

Però io vedevo solo, solo, solo nero e

Non volevo la ragione, non l’ho mai cercata per me

Mi sentivo così solo, sottosuolo, solo che

Quasi non vedevo il sole

The glorious teachers are no use for creatures