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The wine beneath the bed, |
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The things we've done and said |
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And all the memories that come glancing back to me |
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In my loneliness |
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You're standing in the breach |
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Beyond that stretch, but our love will reach |
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Unconsciousness that find me sometimes wondering |
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Where you're at. |
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Hmm, take me back again, |
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Take me back one more time, Spanish rose. |
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The way you pulled the gate |
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Behind you when you said, 'It ain't too late, |
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Come on, let's have a ball |
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And swing the town tonight.' |
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And hoping you'd come through |
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And many others, too, |
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And all the friends we used to have in days gone by, |
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I'm wondering |
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If you'll take me back again, |
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Take me back one more time, Spanish rose. |
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And when the lights went out |
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And no one was abandoning the country in full bloom, |
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In the room we danced |
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And many hearts were torn |
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And when the word went around that everything was wrong |
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And couldn't be put right |
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It tore me up, it tore me up. |
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In slumber you did sleep, |
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The window I did creep |
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And touch your raven hair and sing that song |
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Again to you. |
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You did not even wince, |
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You thought I was the Prince |
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To come and take you from your misery |
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And lonely castle walls. |
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Ah, take me back again, |
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Take me back one more time, Spanish rose. |
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(fadeout) |
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Ah ah, ah ah, |
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Mmmj, mmm, |
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Da da da di da da da ... |
