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Text  on this miserable show

Romantic, comic, free, tender misunderstanding. Tell me how you want me.
Fragile, sadistic, weak, frivolous, mystical.
What you ask for you will get.
On this poor show, I have nothing from

lose you know. I have to live too, in the void

what's up.
Take me, leave me, use me, beat me.
I'm not ashamed of myself.
Buy me, sell me, trade me, undress me.
There is no alternative.
We are in the shop window I know.
Hostage to a yes or a no.

You don't need a soul now,

this soul!
Where are you going to?
Who will you give those dreams of yours to?
Who will remember you tomorrow?
You no longer have identity, poetry, magic, loyalty.
If freedom dies, what happens to the heart?
Another civilization, oh!
It would defend your age, but your past here

it's nothing.
Better silence you know, your swan song never.
A little bit of humanity.
Look what happens to you ...
Listen to you.
Cry, laugh, pretend, yield, to be able to say

You are here.
Greedy, squalid, obscene, ridiculous, just to promote us.
In this circus I know, you are not smart if you say no.
But, last but not least, they all talk about the music!
Where are you going to?
Don't you remember your early days?
The cold, the madness, the hunger.
Your obstinacy.

You died of an idea.
Defend the fantasy.
Don't believe a lie.
Another Italy yes, oh!
a little more honest than that, it would protect you in life.
As long as you have a voice, even just a breath in

any more, stay down here in the trenches,
that this is your story.
Defend it!
Defend it!

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