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He was not mine |
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He was not mine |
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I saw him fall |
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To the white sand |
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In Pamplona |
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There was a matador, |
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a king |
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He swung the muleta, |
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Every heartbeat was a scream |
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Wish I was there |
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Wish I was there |
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To turn the blade |
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To wipe his tears |
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To shield his bones |
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And let the lightning gore my soul |
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But nobody covers for a matador |
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"Oh I am merely human, |
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My body covered in buttons |
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Can you feel the thunder |
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when I bow and arch the veil?" |
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The stars are dull |
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Arching the sun |
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It's getting late |
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They've chained the moon |
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Now bet your coins |
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Tapando la cara con la muleta |
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The sun never rises on a matador |
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"Oh I am merely human, |
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My body covered in buttons |
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Can you feel the thunder |
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when I bow and arch the veil?" |
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Kneel, kneel |
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Spoliarium |
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A place to heal |
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Kneel, kneel |
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To the angels in high heels |