Good night to Italy, she needs a bit of rest
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Anyway there's a nice stretch of sea standing guard
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There's yellowed moss inside this nativity scene
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That never gets changed, never gets taken apart
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And vampire mosquitoes that suck her right there
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They pump that fine blood into their bellies
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Good night to Italy that either makes it or dies
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Or you spend the night wanting to buy her
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As if the angels were there
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As if the devils were kind of
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Saying no, that it's all fairy tales
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Good night to Italy, she's got plenty to do
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All the history books won't let her sleep
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Lying on the world with a private sky
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Between Saint Peters and Madonnas
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Between progress and sin
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Between a tomorrow that's coming but seems holding its breath
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And the marks of yesterday that won't go away anymore
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From certainty to wonder
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All this beauty without a navigator
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As if the angels were there
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As if the devils were kind of
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Saying no, that it's all fairy tales
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Good night to Italy with scars in her heart
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And IV drips hooked up by those who hold all the power
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Who watch her distracted, like she were a wife
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Like a toy in the attic that's lost its appeal
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And a star gives light without too many whys
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It forces you to see everything that's there
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Good night to Italy that either makes it or dies
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Or you spend the night wanting to f*ck her