And if after this night
You find me dead in the middle of a meadow
It will be me who decided it
It will be me who sought it
I always believed in you
Even after it ended
Fists clenched and face stern
I've been an Inter fan for a lifetime
I tell you in a low voice
I don't know how to love you in the sun
I'm sorry but really
I only love you when it rains music, yeah

Because we are
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
No matter what, I never cry
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
And screw you who are leaving

Life at the end of September
Maybe in the end it's like a bear
It only leaves you alone
If you can pretend to be dead
But what do they want to know
About what happiness is
They don't listen to Battisti
And they don't put onion in the kebab
And then find me a nice meadow to die decently
Like cats that move away from people
I don't want to hear anything anymore
Not even the music, yaha ha

Because we are
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
No matter what, I never cry
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
And screw you who don't know it

And now I'm going but I care
That it is known that I have lived
On my tomb write
"Nice the first ones, and then sold out"

Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
No matter what, I never cry
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
Out of the hype
And screw you who are leaving

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