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