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Salvador Sanchez 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 sweet warrior |
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Pure magic matador |
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Pancho Villa 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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Gozo of the |
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Phillipines, choirs and angels sing |
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Ukelele strings play for his legend |
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Italy had a king |
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How have they gone |
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Fell by leather |
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So alone Bound together |
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Benny "kid" |
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Paret came a good way |
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Climbed to the grey sky to raise his hands |
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Stopped by the better man |
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Eyes of Los |
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Rios cry for suns |
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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 Bound together |
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Why have they gone |
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Fell by leather |
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So alone All bound together |