It's time for revenge, to give a shot of life to my style
start from what's there, change the speakers and turn up the volume
I'll recycle myself from a tape, I've already got it ready the noise-canceling software
I have the strength to bend the world or face it for at least a second
I enjoy it a bit, I know this, rummaging through my past
and then I don't know if it's true, apart from the memory, there is also the experience
How strange then I can no longer find the papers left under the wardrobe
There was also a crocodile written down, who knows who then? would never have sent
What would I give for a stroke of genius of those I once had before
I woke up from that beautiful dream... a plectrum, a guitar and everyone in time
I hate everyone the guys who wear dresses when shopping
maybe because I envy them a little, I always go there like a ragged man
I'll wear it the day I fall in love with the shop assistant
with this digression I close the text, click log out of a state of arrest
But what would I give for a stroke of genius of those I once had before
I woke up from that dream so beautiful, I sang the songs and everyone around me
a living what won't come back, hoping then someone will remember

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