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I sit in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do
But I sit alone, dreaming of you
Via dell'amore
Oh to walk on loves way
But I sit and stay with pain and paint

Pastel villages are like a real world work of art
The prettiest views can mend a broken heart
The sweet, salty air is starting to taste like “I'm glad you're not there.”

I sleep in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do
But I sleep alone, just me and the moon
Via dell'amore
Hold my own damn hand on loves way
Like a vision of Monsieur Monet

Pastel villages are like a real world work of art
The prettiest views can mend a broken heart
The sweet, salty air is starting to taste like “Thank God you're not there.”

I sit in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do
The furthest thing from my mind is loving you
I sit in Manarola

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