Wrong Questions.

Italian version: here.

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I’ve always asked myself questions,

but maybe they were the wrong ones,

aimed at the wrong people.

Maybe now, really, I have the right people,

who give me the right answers,

that really understand me.

I used to have the wrong questions,

the wrong answers,

I had a life full of people,

that so well, in the end,

they didn’t let me stay,

I have to recognize it,

but I’m a little sorry,

because I always think that there was another way,

but many people don’t want to open that door.

And now,

I think I have the right questions

and the right answers.

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