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Miles Away


I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents
The auction is closed, ladies and gents
I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets
So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat
I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young
Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue
I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold
Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old
I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips
Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit
But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free
For my heart belongs to God and not really to me
My heart aches for home, too many miles away
Yet for now I am here and I will live for today
Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see
How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me
I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too
So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

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