Lucio, lucio
Like a tornedo, coming on
Sweeping through the town
Lucio, Lucio
Everyone makes roomeo
Can I be your romeo
I don't know if I'm so strong
Lucio, Lucio
The times That I see you so
Far from the brink I know you're gone
Well Lucio, Lucio
Life's no joke you know
You gotta take the bull by the horns
Before it's all gone
Lucio, Lucio
This feeling does ever grow
Like the ferns and evergreens of the garden
And who can hold hands with the poor understands
How fleeting life can be deep in his bones
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