Pasolini is me, 'Accattone' you'll be. I entered nothing and nothing entered me. 'Til you came with the key and you did your best but...As I live and breathe you have killed me, you have killed me. Yes I walk around somehow but you have killed me, you have killed me. Piazza Cavour, what's my life for? Visconti is me, Magnani you'll never be. I entered nothing and nothing entered me. 'Til you came with the key and you did your best but... As I live and breathe you have killed me, you have killed me. Yes, I walk around somehow but you have killed me, you have killed me. Who am I that I come to be here...? As I live and breathe you have killed me, you have killed me. Yes I walk around somehow but you have killed me, you have killed me. And there is no point saying this again. There is no point saying this again. But I forgive you, I forgive you. Always I do forgive you
*Entenda-se gajos por músicos, na sua grande maioria...tu percebes-te, não percebes-te I. Spleen?
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