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    We pulled into Rome
    With blood in our eyes
    After days of travelin'
    Months of lies
    Taking our various
    Turns at the wheel
    Taking booze
    And pot and cigarettes
    Anything not to feel
    No one had slept
    No one had eaten
    Our bodies were bad
    Our spirits were beaten
    Together we dragged
    All of us down
    As we staggered through Rome
    Blaming the town
    Blaming the students
    For worship of others
    Blaming the cops
    And blaming their brothers
    And never quite looking
    Ourselves in the heart
    And minute by minute
    Growing further apart
    Julia, 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?
    But even old bull fighters,
    Their grave stones in sight,
    Must search 'till they unearth
    One last bull to fight
    And so it was with us,
    So near to the end
    One last story to tell
    One last hill to defend
    One glance to avoid
    One guitar to strum
    One untruth to be told
    One last song to be sung
    And you, the most brilliant,
    Most driven, most keen,
    Jewel of a bastard
    I ever have seen
    And you and your turn
    A good bitch of the nile
    So real to the end
    Nothing left to defile
    And me in the middle,
    Along for the ride,
    The unwilling distraction
    From familiocide
    And knowing our weaknesses
    No one refrained,
    From picking
    And prodding
    'Till nothing remained
    Julia, 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 ki

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