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The streets of tarmac are straight as a die |
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With steel fingers clawing at the sky |
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Inside the wall of the citadel |
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Yellow chariots race |
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Peasants and their peasants' smells |
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Hungry enough to touch your face. |
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The beasts from the end of the century |
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Adorn themselves with jewellery |
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Inside the wall of the citadel |
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Yellow chariots race |
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Peasants and their peasants' smells |
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Hungry enough to touch your face. |
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Their eyes they change colour from grey to green |
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And when they're blue they weigh the scene |
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The endless games played in the timeless zone |
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Remind me all roads lead to Rome. |
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Inside the wall of the citadel |
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Yellow chariots race |
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Peasants and their peasants' smells |
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Hungry to touch your frightened face. |
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All roads lead to Rome |
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All roads lead to Rome |
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All roads lead to Rome |
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All roads lead to Rome |
