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He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back |
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And go where he'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 are hard to leave |
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You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep, so now I keep my window closed at night |
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S.O.S. in morse code when the wind blows, 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 are hard to leave, so hard to leave... |
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You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood |
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I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood |