Letras
Gold on the wrist, debt on the name
Crowds at the beach, none feel the same
Plastic meals, perfect smiles
Half alive for digital miles
We call this life, but keep the score
Pretend we're fine, but beg for more
Wish I could leave, and wash ashore
To Rimini 84
Air too cold, sun too bright
Eyes too dull for neon light
Voices loud, hearts on mute
Too much choice to feel the truth
We call this life, but keep the score
Pretend we're fine, but beg for more
Wish I could leave, and wash ashore
To Rimini 84
We call this life, but keep the score
Pretend we're fine, but beg for more
Wish I could leave, and wash ashore
To Rimini 84
It wasn't perfect
But it felt real
Salt on the lips
Sand in the heel
We call this life, but keep the score
Pretend we're fine, but beg for more
Wish I could leave, and wash ashore
To Rimini 84
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