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Malaga where our lips first met, |
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To the beat of the castanet, |
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Now I pray to the skies above, |
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Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! |
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Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. |
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Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing to me, |
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Malaguena, my true love is the sea. |
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Love like ours must learn to play,play a waiting game, |
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And live just for the flame; |
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Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me, |
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That must burn, die out, so I can be free. |
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If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, |
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I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last. |
