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Casanova

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dirtydancerforlife

Published: Sep 9, 2012

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In the old town of Venice
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul

She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear

Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood

He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.

He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore

That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell

Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.

"Oh baby
You think you're in love
Come on,
You have to grow up"

And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart

You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight

But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...

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Sister Beatrice: What then, senor Casanova, do you seek?
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