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He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back And go where he'd begun Roses are the flower he would prefer Scatter all his ashes on the pier Genova Heights, Genova Heights Are hard to leave, are hard to leave The bedroom lights of Genova Heights are hard to leave You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep, so now I keep my window closed at night S.O.S. in morse code when the wind blows, he is waiting for his moment to be right Genova Heights, Genova Heights Are hard to leave, are hard to leave The endless nights of Genova Heights are hard to leave, so hard to leave... You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood From Letras Mania