| He hoped to be remembered as the one
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| Who told his men to turn back
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| 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 did wrong that you thought was good
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| And now you’re back in the neighborhood
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| I see you when I never should
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| Now you’re back in the neighborhood
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| You, you did wrong 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 when 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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| S.O.S. |
| in 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 did wrong 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 when I never should
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| Now you’re back in the neighborhood
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| You, you did wrong 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 when I never should
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| Now you’re back, now you’re back in the neighborhood |