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this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am

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sono Otto di Catania
3:I am Otto, I am Otto from Catania
1:suno rivatto roma ventianiva
2:son arrivato a Roma vent'anni fa
3:I came to Rome 20 years ago
seventeen wishing I was twenty one

Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nineteen, twenty
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
When I was six I didn't think I'd ever see
Twenty-three
Now I'd give anything just to recall anything from
Twenty-three
By the time I'm thirty I
attached to

[Chorus]

Jump a little higher
Live by fire die by fire
I am the dog in the manger
Or a dodgy brown packet with suspicious-looking wires
my heart
And at peace within my mind?
When 20 summers fly, fly on by
Will I like what I am and who I am or will I even give a damn?
We focus time
three

My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd

My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore

In the bed by ten o'clock each night,
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?  
That's some deep shit right there, a lot
forty-eight
She can't raise three kids on minimum wage
She's cryin  in back of the welfare line
But I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time

She
the guts of the tornado
Get high by the suction of the funnel
Spinning at three hundred miles an hour
And trying to outwit this monster
Moving
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live 
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm
prayer
Take away your language
Cut off all your hair
Sacrifice the loved ones
Who always stood by me
Stranded in the wasteland
Set my spirit free
arpart
I have no faith in the standards set by this world
If you do this to them, what the fuck am I in for?
Formed by the village of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in
Three of us were charged with the deaths of the FBI agents
My co-defendants were found not-guilty by reasons of self-defense
My case was separated and I
She's got another fantasy 
She lives in flat number twenty three 
Picked first prize for carnival queen 
And now she takes her clothes off
father take a bow
Say goodbye to where you buy you got it now
Pay your father, pay your twenty, take a bow

Three pounds of love inside my skull
father take a bow
Say goodbye to where you buy you got it now
Pay your father, pay your twenty, take a bow

Three pounds of love inside my skull
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid