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We pulled into Rome with blood in our eyesAfter days of traveling and months of liesTaking our various turns at the wheelTaking booze and pot and cigarettes, anything not to feelNo one had slept, no one had eatenOur bodies were bad, our spirits were beatenTogether we dragged all of us downAs we staggered through Rome, blaming the townBlaming the students for worship of othersBlaming the cops and blaming their brothersAnd never quite looking ourselves in the heartAnd minute by minute growing further apartJulia, Julia, where have you gone?Why have you vanished off of my lawn?Julia, Julia, where is your truck?Where have you driven with all of my luck?Ah, but even old bull fighters, their gravestones in sightMust search 'till they unearth one last bull to fightAnd so it was with us, so near to the endOne last story to tell, one last hill to defendOne glance to avoid, one guitar to strumOne untruth to be told, one last song to be sungAnd you, the most brilliant, most driven, most keen,Jewel of a bastard I ever have seenLetras de cancionesAnd you in your turn, the good bitch of the NileSo real to the end, nothing left to defileAnd me in the middle, along for the rideThe unwilling distraction from familiocideAnd knowing our weaknesses, no one refrainedFrom picking and prodding till nothing remainedJulia, Julia, where have you gone?Why have you vanished off of my lawn?Julia, Julia, where is your truck?Where have you driven with all of my luck?And now in this kitchen, miles from homeMiles from anything, miles from RomeRome was a bust, Rome was a screamRome was the final rapid eye movement to this dreamWe scattered like leaves, like pieces of dustWarriors watching their swords and shields rustAnd now as we descend to couches and clocksTo closets and appointments, let us drink to the rocksLet us drink to the sand, to the winds which have blowed usLet us drink to the rivers, let us drink to the roadAnd if you travel this far, from either conscience or greedHave one piece of advice that I think you should heedYes if ever your travels take you this far from homeConsult your map carefully, steer clear of RomeJulia, Julia, where have you gone?Why have you vanished off of my lawn?Julia, Julia, where is your truck?Why have you vanished with all of my luck?Julia, Julia, where have you gone?Why have you vanished off of my lawn?Julia, Julia, where is your truck?Why have you driven with all of my luck? From Letras Mania