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Having washed my face in the frozen stream, And having lived in guest rooms for the last seven years, And having doubled in size, admitting animal loving, I still must find a way how: How do I live with the romance of the world? How do I live with the romance? The lure of scenery. How do I live with the romance? The comfort and closed eyes. How do I live with the romance and admit That this might be the world where I belong? How? I'll sing my song in the parking lot. From Letras Mania