| Sun in her hair, the light in her eyes
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| For a moment I stared, taking photographs in my mind
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| Maybe it’s that dress or maybe it’s the wine
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| But I fell more in love on that summer Italian night
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| Soon we will leave there and have to go home
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| Fly through the sky back to life as we know
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| But my vision of her will forever be changed
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| Cause no matter where we might be
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| She’ll still look like Venice to me
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| I remember seeing eyes of a statue follow her along
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| As she danced through all the tiny avenues, making sure we got lost
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| And now we’re watching TV on the couch in our home
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| And the stress of her workday is taking its toll
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| But my vision of her will forever be changed
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| Cause no matter where we might be
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| She’ll still look like Venice to me
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| Tell me, how did she find the best part of her soul
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| In a place that she never had been to before?
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| And I don’t think we need to go back there again
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| Cause no matter where we might be
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| Even in Tennessee
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| She’ll always be Venice to me
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| Venice to me |