I think I will never learn
How to manage my time
Or the little bit I've left
Spending these days
Lying on my bed
I think I'll take all my money
And send me up away
I think I will never learn
All controls set
In nine, eight, seven
I'm ready to go
Writer(s): Andrea Lomuscio, Pasquale Palmiero
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