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Deep within my heart |
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Lies a melody, |
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A song of old San Antone, |
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Where in dreams I live |
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With a memory, |
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Beneath the stars all alone. |
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Well, it was there I found |
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Beside the Alamo |
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Enchantment strange as the |
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Blue up above, |
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For that moonlit pass |
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That only he would know |
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Still hears my broken song of love. |
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Moon in all your splendor, |
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Known only to my heart, |
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Call back my rose, |
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Rose of San Antone! |
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Lips so sweet and tender, |
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Like petals fallin apart, |
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Speak once again of my love, my own |
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Broken song, |
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Empty words I know |
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Still live in my heart all alone, |
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For that moonlit pass by the Alamo, |
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And rose my rose of San Antone! |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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Well the, Moon in all your splendor, |
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Known only to my heart, |
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Call back my rose, |
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Rose of San Antone! |
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Lips so sweet and tender, |
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Like petals fallin apart, |
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Speak once again of my love, my own |
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Broken song, |
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Empty words I know |
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Still live in my heart all alone, |
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Well that moonlit pass by the Alamo, |
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And rose my rose of San Antone. |
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heh... |
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I'll be back in a little while. |
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Announcer: Hoiw about it for Patsy Cline. |
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Miss Patsy Cline... |