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Salvador Sanchez |
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Arrived and vanished |
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Only twenty-three with so much speed |
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Owning the highway |
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Mexico City bred so many |
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But none quite like him |
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Sweet warrior |
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Pure magic matador |
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Pancho Villa |
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Would never rest |
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'Til 1925, he closed his eyes |
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'Til Manilla stars would rise |
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Ghosts of the Phillipines |
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Choirs and angels sing |
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Ukelele strings play for his legend |
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Iloilo king |
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How have they gone? |
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Fell by leather |
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So alone |
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All bound together |
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Benny "Kid" Paret |
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Came a good way |
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Climbed to the gray sky to raise his hands |
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Stopped by the better man |
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Eyes of Los Rios |
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Cry for sons |
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Lost on distant shores, unforeseen horrors |
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Struck and delivered him |
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How have they gone? |
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Fell by leather |
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So alone |
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All bound together |
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How have they gone? |
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Fell by leather |
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So alone |
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All bound together |
