I left Rome and landed in Brussels. On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried. Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles. Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside. Newspapermen eating candy. Had to be held down by big police. Someday, everything is gonna be diff’rent. When I paint my masterpiece.

Ever since the day. The day you went away. I felt that emptiness so wide. I don’t know what’s wrong or right. I just know I need strength to fight. Strength to fight that world outside.

Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun. Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you’re the one. I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors. But I will always be emotionally yours.

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