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Take a trip there down to Rome
We can just sit there I suppose
Take a sip it drips from a rose
And let the lipstick prints propose
Talk to me, delight
Come morning come midnight
Scoring on thin ice
Not giving a mighty duck
But it's been iyte
Bit of the Irish luck
But a pot would be nice
Looking at dinners
Have the Skraps back, boom
Don't touch fists
Like Shredders in the room
Rosetta's stoned
Talking Mother tongues soon
Acid rains melts
The satin on my shoes
Take a trip there down to Rome
We can Just to sit there I suppose
Take a sip it drips from a rose
Lipstick prints propose
When in Rome do as the Romans do
I can hold you like a hold a tune
A little shaky but I know the moves
Let me take you places grown ups do
(Mash)
You my favourite I know a few
You would babysit
And I'd roll through
We were kids but now
There's older news
It's crazy how the flame resumes
Keep the fire burning
Keep on working
Learn it
Build it and maintain
Keep the fire burning
Keep it certain
Always keep ready
For the change
Keep the fire burning
Keep the fire burning
But some things
Don't keep the same
Keep the fire burning
I keep learning
But keep on singing in the rain
We can Just to sit there I suppose
Take a sip it drips from a rose
Lipstick prints propose
Written by: Conor Michael
