I wrote you a letter that can sing
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For every day you'll wanna sleep
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Four hundred blows inside the heart
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Races on the sea like two pistols
But now I don't run anymore
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Erotic postcards in bars
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Old guys playing briscola
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I could read you in the soul
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Behind the dark lenses of the Ray-Bans
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A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
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At night he played at being an artist
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While you were smiling and not looking, no
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Because you were the best summer of my life, that's the truth
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It felt like The NeverEnding Story and maybe it was only happiness
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And how good we are at pretending
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And we're happy as Easters, yeah
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And you said you loved my 's'
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But now who knows what you think
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Being happy lasts the span of one dance
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A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
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At night he played at being an artist
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While you were smiling and not looking, no
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My sweet Insta Venus
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Because you were the best summer of my life, that's the truth
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It felt like The NeverEnding Story and maybe it was only happiness
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Punk soul, Peter Pan eyes
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A poem inside the toilet of a bar
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A song that won't end
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Wait, wait, wait, how does it go?
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A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
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With the lyrics written on a napkin
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And we're just monsters with a huge fear
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Of finding a kid under the bed
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You blushed but with no reason
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Comfortable inside a cliché
You'd fall in love and not with me
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I lost my baby teeth
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Because I grew up
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I used you as an answer
But you were millions of questions