Giorgio Graniello

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Nights, some nights I awake to
Go out though I hate to
Look at this chemical world
Smelling like grayness, like paper love sadness
With you and me and someone else
Don't know who, wants to be
For several years
With obsession and with ostentation
Left alone a while I've seen that guy

And even left alone one day
Ain't gonna change, it's not my world
Before me there's a road I know
The one I chose myself to go

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