(Arena/P. Manners/ F De Benedittis/ E Esposito)
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Fire in your eyes, a promise of true love and protection
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but in your mind, necessity of getting your way.
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Tradition disguised. Suspicion and lies.
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Selfish desire, you're looking for maternal perfection.
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Oh what a shame, it's something you can't get on your own.
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You want me gone but you want me to stay.
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And you need my absolution, for the sins you won't confess.
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{chorus}
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Sing low, so no one hears you and sing high, making me cry
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I hear something when wrapped in your arms...
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An Italian song of love.
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Who can resist a show of such apparent devotion?
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Could there exist, a love of such unfaltering strength?
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Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme
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And you need my absolution, for the sins you wont confess.
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{chorus}
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Sing low, help me remember how you loved making me cry
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Now I hear only echoes and whispers,
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An Italian song of love
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Italian Love Song
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| Tina Arena |
