L’anima ho stanca,
e la mèta è lontana;
non aggiungete la rampogna vana
all’ansia che m’accora ?
Assai vi debbo;
ma se amor vanisce,
mèmore affetto in cor mi fiorirà ?
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…