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• Artiste: Girlyman
• Titre: On D-Day
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On D-Day, I was in Rome. I walked through narrow streets to the Vatican. And I thanked the Pope That I was there and not in Normandy. Village by village, patiently A slow, bloody ride up from Sicily. And all roads lead to Rome, I guess. But there's no time to dwell on the emptiness. And when I was nineteen, My hair turned as white as the cloud over Tripoli. There at night, in the face of the war, I exhaled in my sleeping bag to keep warm. Looking back, I was one of the lucky ones, Checking my boots by morning for scorpions. And all roads lead to Rome, I guess. But there's no time to dwell on the emptiness. Be careful what you wish. I hated a man - a sergeant from Baltimore. I wished that his ship would sink, And torpedoed it was, ten miles of Gibraltar. And I felt guilty with a little tinge of fear With he in the deep and I still here, But my roads led to Rome, I guess. And there's no time to dwell on the emptiness. On D-Day, I was in Rome. I walked through narrow streets to the Vatican. And on the way back, they bombed us again. Village by village, patiently A slow, bloody ride up from Sicily. And all roads lead to Rome, I guess. But there's no time to dwell on the emptiness.