In the empty rooms of vanished millionaires,
how I long to pass days there.
From the plants that creep through the long dried fountains,
I learn the way that time renews.
I’ve come to find my delight in ruins;
In magnificent wastelands covered in blooms.
Indeed I’m the King of this forgotten mountain,
on my own forgotten pleasure cruise.
Lord I’ve got those damn European Blues.
Stronger with every year I pass,
the European Blues have got me at last.
And I’ll never try to shake ‘em.
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