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Data di rilascio : 05/10/2008

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I give blood to prove to myself
That i can matter to somebody else
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?
Don't put your faith in the desert sand

The wind is always blowing
There are gallows deep inside my lungs
That's where i hung ambition

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?
Because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, i spill salt on sores
And i open my umbrella even when i am indoors
Give me seven more

I give blood not for the cause
But to slowly give up the person i was
Holding my breath won't help
Everything went to hell

So now i steal back pennies from the well
Because my wishes failed
I am screaming at my own shadow
To stop living like a ghost

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?
Because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, i spill salt on sores
And i open my umbrella even when i am indoors
Give me seven more

I don't need her, i'm not that desperate
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then
'cause i'm not done screaming yet
You can call off the intervention
'cause i don't need your attention

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?
Because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
I walk under ladders, i spill salt on sores
And i open my umbrella even when i am indoors
Give me seven more

I don't need her, i'm not that desperate
I don't need her, i'm not that desperate

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