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Write to her, idiot, tonight you won't sleep
You call them dreams, but they are memories
Write to her, idiot, it's the fault of the wine
If just one look is enough and you become a child again
Write to her, idiot, it takes courage
In '94 to be like Baggio

But where are you?
They say you've grown up a bit by now
And you're not
That little girl who kissed Harry Styles on TV
And they weigh, they kill, these damn 'I love you'

They dance inside the mouth to a Cuban rhythm
The blood, the tears, a blasphemous cry
Be brave, then write to her, idiot

Write to her, idiot, three words in a cross
Then run far away, then lose your voice
Write to her, idiot, a better ending

For that episode of the Melevisione
Interrupted by towers that went up in flames
And kids asking questions

But where are you?
They say you've grown up a bit by now
And you're not
That little girl who kissed Harry Styles on TV
And they weigh, they kill, these damn 'I love you'

They dance inside the mouth to a Cuban rhythm
The blood, the tears, a blasphemous cry
Be brave, then write to her, idiot

And I put on Bon Iver if I'm down
And I pronounce it wrong just like you do
And sorry for the anxiety, it eats me up inside
And for the dog that runs away with the gate open

You see, I'm not good at making
Those who love me stay, but I know how to wait
And with you, I think I'll do it

But where are you?
They say you've grown up a bit by now
And you're not
That little girl who kissed Harry Styles on TV
And they weigh, they kill, these damn 'I love you'
They dance inside the mouth to a Cuban rhythm
The blood, the tears, a blasphemous cry
Be brave, then write to her, idiot

Write to her, write to her
Write to her, write to her
Write to her, write to her
Write to her, write to her
(Write to her, write to her)
(Write to her, write to her)