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se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
faccialo rotare giů dal prato
indietro, giri indietro
da me indegno e sconosciuto
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
il sole ha fatto un passo giů dal suo throne dorato
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
ho vinto la corsa
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
cara moglie

 



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