| She’s the kind of beautiful that you wish you never saw
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| But another minute isn’t breaking any laws.
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| The clock is ticking, but it doesn’t matter 'cause I’m not moving.
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| She looks at me and then I open like a shell.
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| She touches me and all my plans go straight to hell.
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| I’m fighting a war with something bigger than myself and I’m losing.
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| Palermo, Palermo! |
| I’m caught in her stare and my heart shoots a flare in the
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| sky.
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| And as the flames in the air blow, I’m leaving I swear though I can’t kiss
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| Palermo goodbye.
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| I feel as though I drank a thousand jugs of wine,
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| Like the world could end tonight and I’d be fine,
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| Like every star that’s in the Universe aligns, when I hold her.
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| I shake it off and tell myself to get a grip.
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| This road I’m walking on I can’t afford to slip,
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| But then the perfect broken English leaves her lips, and it’s over.
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| Palermo, Palermo! |
| She plays with her hair and my heart shoots a flare in the
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| sky.
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| And as the flames in the air blow, I’m leaving I swear though I can’t kiss
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| Palermo goodbye.
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| Can’t kiss Palermo goodbye.
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| Maybe it’s her soft Sicilian skin.
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| Maybe it’s the Mediterranean.
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| Maybe I am just being naive,
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| But she makes me never want to leave.
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| Palermo, Palermo! |
| She’s keeping me there as my heart shoots a flare in the sky.
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| And as the flames in the air blow, I’m leaving I swear though I can’t kiss
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| Palermo goodbye.
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| Oh, Palermo, Palermo! |
| Oh, I don’t have a prayer when my heart shoots a flare in
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| the sky. |
| (In the sky!)
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| And as the flames in the air blow, I’m leaving I swear though I can’t kiss
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| Palermo, I can’t kiss Palermo, goodbye.
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| I can’t kiss Palermo goodbye!
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| Oh, no! |