I will remember the pale days
When monday’s will fall
And i’ll run like in the summer of 2003
Me and you drinking, pretending
And years will go by before you admit that
That in me, you were only looking for you
That you
That used to laugh
That you
That you
That you
That still disrupts my sutarday mornings
With a dirty sweater from the night before
That walks, walks, walks even when it pours, ahh
I will remember the stupid days
When fridays will rain
And i’ll fly like the winter of 2006
Us in London in a gay club
And years will go by before you’ll admit that
In me, you were only looking for you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Only you
Who still disrupts my sutarday mornings
With a dirty sweater from the night before
And it pours, but c’mon Flavio walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
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Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk