Nikola Tesla's Hypothetical Ballad to His Pigeon

I do not want to go home
Why can not we find a place outside of Rome
Near the beach

They have pizza, gelato, and all you need
I even saw a dispensary that sells some stuff

When I see your hair with that ocean breeze it makes me happy
To be alive

There is a place like no other
Just know it is out there, it is really out there

How could any one afford to live this way
To fathom the beauty, I thank that Creator
Thank you

So many isles under the sun, I really believe the day is won
Because of you

Can I take you with me
Can I take you with me
You are all the beauty
You are all the beauty



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Writer(s): Eric Orman
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