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We walk |
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We walk with folded hands |
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And we're careful with our feet |
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We listen |
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We listen with open ears |
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And every word is a kiss is a sigh is a promise from beautiful lips |
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Now this is |
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This is the way we were |
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But the rose no longer blooms |
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And we've taken |
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What could be our final bow |
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And the applause we will get when we get where we go will be out of Rome |
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And when |
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When I picture you |
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There upon your wall |
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Forever in my view |
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Ses monuments |
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All the places I will never go with you |
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Now think of |
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Think of the community |
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We'll our friends we did |
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And we'll be thankful |
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Thankful for all we've earned |
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And I'll be grateful for you, for your warmth, for the man you've made of me |
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And when |
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When I picture you |
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There upon your wall |
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Forever in my view |
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Ses monuments |
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All the places I will never go with you |
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Is this what you really want |
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I can tell by your voice |
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You're not so sure |
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And I have to admit that I have my doubts |
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And sometimes I'm not so sure what this is all about |
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And I have to admit that I have my doubts |
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And sometimes I'm not so sure what this is all about |
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Ses monuments |
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Forever in my view |
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There upon your wall |
