I wrote you a letter that knows how to sing
For all the days when you'll want to sleep
Four hundred blows to the heart
Races on the sea like two pistols
But now I don't run anymore
I don't run anymore

Erotic postcards in bars
Old men playing briscola
I could read you in the soul
Behind the black lenses of Ray-Bans
Yes, of your Ray-Bans

A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he was playing the artist
While you were smiling and not looking, no
My sweet Venus of Insta
Because you were the best summer of my life, it's the truth
It seemed like The Neverending Story and maybe it was just happiness (let's go)

And how good we are at pretending
Not to feel feelings
And we are happy like Easter, yes
But Easter of 2020
And you said you loved my "s"
Instead now who knows what you think
Being happy lasts the time of a dance
Between Dustin and Nancy

A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he was playing the artist
While you were smiling and not looking, no
My sweet Venus of Insta
Because you were the best summer of my life, it's the truth
It seemed like The Neverending Story and maybe it was just happiness

(Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Punk soul, Peter Pan eyes
(Uoh-oh-oh, woh-oh) A poem in the toilet of a bar
(Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh) A song that will never end
Wait, wait, wait, how does it go?

A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
With the lyrics written on the handkerchief
And we are just monsters with a great fear
Of finding a child under the bed

You, blushing but without a reason
Comfortable inside a cliché
You were falling in love and not with me
Or maybe yes
I lost my baby teeth
Because I've grown up
I used you as an answer
But you were millions of questions

And na na na na na

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