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He hoped to be remembered as the one |
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Who told his men to turn back and go where we'd begun |
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Roses are the flower he would prefer |
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Scatter all his ashes on the pier |
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Genova Heights, Genova Heights |
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Are hard to leave, are hard to leave |
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The bedroom lights of Genova Heights |
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Are hard to leave, are hard to leave |
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You didn't know that you thought was good |
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And now you're back in the neighborhood |
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I see you and I never should |
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Now you're back in the neighborhood |
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You, you didn't know that you thought was good |
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And now you're back in the neighborhood |
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I always see you and I never should |
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Now you're back, now you're back in the neighborhood |
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He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep |
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So now I keep my window closed at night |
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I saw, I'd seen Morse code when the wind blows |
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He is waiting for his moment to be right |
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Genova Heights, Genova Heights |
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Are hard to leave, are hard to leave |
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The endless nights of Genova Heights |
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Are hard to leave, so hard to leave |
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You didn't know that you thought was good |
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And now you're back in the neighborhood |
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I always see you and I never should |
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Now you're back in the neighborhood |
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You, you didn't know that you thought was good |
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And now you're back in the neighborhood |
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I always see you and I never should |
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Now you're back, now you're back in the neighborhood |
