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Screaming Against the Sky
As you can see I'm here:
get on, they won't have us
until this heart cracks
of rust , of beating or of age.
There's a warm night
and an old blues
to do together,
somewhere I'll pull over
and that there will be our home, but
I think you deserve more
and in the meantime I'm here
and I offer you to dance to it:
it's a song that's at least a hundred years old.
Screaming at the sky.
We may not be stars
but we are us, in these days
made of hours spent for
a weekend and a future that doesn't exist.
You can't always lose
so let's play
certain lights you can't turn off.
If it's a purgatory it's ours at least.
Screaming at the sky.
Ghosts on the A14.
From the windows passes the smell of the sea, diesel,
shit, death and life.
The pact is to get closer
before we lose ourselves.
Maybe they can hear us up there.
It's a bit like spitting out poison.
Screaming at the sky.

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