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I threw a rose to the matador, |
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not sure who I was cheering for |
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My aim was true, my heart was full, |
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I loved the fighter and the bull |
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I loved like only a woman can, |
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a very complicated man |
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I bound his wounds, I heard his cries, |
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I gave him truth, I told him lies |
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His rage is made of many things |
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faithless women, wedding rings |
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Snakes and snails and alcohol, |
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his daddy's fist thrown through the wall |
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Ah but he's beautiful when he's in the ring, |
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the devil howls, the angels sing |
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Sparks fly from his fingertips |
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and words like birds fly from his lips |
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Some man is lyin' in the dirt |
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Some woman's crying that he's hurt |
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But he's not alive without the thrill |
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Without the dance, without the kill |
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The lights go down, the people roar |
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They're cheering on the matador |
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And this is how the story goes |
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I knew it when I threw the rose |
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I come to each and every show; |
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the woman in the second row |
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I watch them in their ancient dance |
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and I know I never stood a chance |
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'Cause while other demons prance and clown, |
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it's vanity that takes you down |
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I thought that I could be the one, |
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but I'm just another hanger-on |
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Some man is bleedin' in the dirt |
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Some woman's crying that she's hurt |
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But who are we without the thrill |
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Without the dance, without the kill |
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And he is bull and matador |
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And I'm the mother and the whore |
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And this is how the story goes |
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I knew it when I threw the rose |
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I threw a rose to the matador, |
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not sure who I was cheering for |
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My aim was true, my heart was full |
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I loved the fighter and the bull |
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