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Paroles: Unemployed. Memories.

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Something i'd like to remember
when i was young i threw my life away
celebrate untill its over
too many lifes were wasted in the haze

But now i can feel that indipendence seems not to be real
i'm tearing apart, i'm gone

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I'd really like to remember
thousends of people stnading in my way
some of them expecting answers
the other half eclipsed by the wave
afraid of the dark, ashamed of the past
beyond your own road you must succed

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Unemployed