It's cold under the blankets
And there are no open windows
Who knows what's in this night
I turn and turn again
And a year but an hour has passed
Who knows what will happen in this night
Maybe it's a bit of coffee, the nostalgia of you
That for a while you were mine, anyway

The clock goes
It won't stop
And every hour a bit
I already know this
I will be able to forget
The clock goes
And devours the moments
On my skin
On the past that
Can't come back
Meanwhile the clock goes

The clock, the clock, the clock

The traffic is a caravan
The people around have a strange air
And there's no place for me in this day
Work inconclusively
People talk and I don't understand anything
Who knows what you do in this day
Tonight a jump in the pizzeria a game and go
Home on foot or her, but I wouldn't want

The clock goes
It won't stop
And every hour a bit
I already know this
I will be able to forget
The clock goes
And devours the moments
On my skin
On the past that
Can't come back
Meanwhile the clock goes

The clock goes
It won't stop
And every hour a bit
I already know this
I will be able to forget
The clock goes
And devours the moments
On my skin
On the past that
Can't come back

The clock goes
It won't stop
And every hour a bit
I already know this
I will be able to forget
The clock goes
And devours the moments
On my skin
On the past that
Can't come back

The clock goes
It won't stop
And every hour a bit
I already know this
I will be able to forget
The clock goes

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