I read your book And I find it strange That I know that girl and I know her world A little too well And I didn t know By giving my hand That I would be written down
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Passed down Among strangers hands Three days in Rome Where do we go I ll always remember Three days in Rome Never again Would I see your face You carry a pen and a paper and no time and words you waste You re a voyeur The worst kind of thief To take what happened To write down everything that went on Between you and me Three days in Rome And I stand alone I ll always remember Three days in Rome |
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