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Cortez The Killer |
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He came dancing across the water |
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With his galleons and guns |
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Looking for the new world |
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In that palace in the sun. |
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On the shore lay Montezuma |
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With his coca leaves and pearls |
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In his halls he often wondered |
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With the secrets of the worlds. |
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And his subjects gathered 'round him |
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Like the leaves around a tree |
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In their clothes of many colors |
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For the angry gods to see. |
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And the women all were beautiful |
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And the men stood straight and strong |
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They offered life in sacrifice |
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So that others could go on. |
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Hate was just a legend |
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And war was never known |
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The people worked together |
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And they lifted many stones. |
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They carried them to the flatlands |
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And they died along the way |
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But they built up with their bare hands |
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What we still can't do today. |
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And I know she's living there |
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And she loves me to this day |
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I still can't remember when |
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Or how I lost my way. |
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He came dancing across the water |
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Cortez, Cortez |
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What a killer. |
