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Take me to the Matador |
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He will know just what it's for |
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He will help me with my life |
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He will open ev'ry door |
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When the bull is in the ring |
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I need all the help you can |
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And the Mariachis sing |
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With the lonely mandolin |
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See those people shout out loud |
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Give me more and give me more |
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And I'm thinkin' to myself |
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Take me to the Matador |
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Take me to the Matador |
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He will fill and ease my soul |
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He will give me confidence |
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When I think I've lost control |
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He will help me with my Muse |
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In the age of win and lose |
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With the ancient cup and swords |
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And a hundred Spanish lords |
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See one thousands violins |
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Golden trumpets soar on high |
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Waves and waves of joyful hymns |
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Silver sonnets reach the sky |
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Fight the battles and the blues |
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Wars of love and wars of art |
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Tonight the cape is what I choose |
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Goya's in my Spanish heart |
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He will help me with my love |
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Dance the dance that lovers do |
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Rhumba with the velvet glove |
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'Neath the Barcelona moon |
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See one thousands violins |
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Golden trumpets soar on high |
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Waves and waves of joyful hymns |
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Silver sonnets rech the sky |
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Take me to the Matador |
