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Santa Marina, what you've done to me |
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Santa Marina, all upon the Spanish sea |
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The truth to tell, she is the belle |
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Of high society |
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She lies awake and dreams of me |
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Danny from the west country |
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Santa Marina, with cannons 1 to 4 |
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Santa Marina, you've sent us to the floor |
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She's soft and fine, 5 foot 9 |
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Her eyes are royalty |
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She lies awake and dreams of me |
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Danny from the west country |
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So radiant and fair with locks of auburn hair |
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Like moonlight shining on the tide |
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And I swore I'd go to die 100,000 times |
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For one night by her side |
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One night turned into 17 |
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Before we put to sea |
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She lies awake and dreams of me |
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Danny from the west country |
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Santa Marina, you're the end of Danny Doan |
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Santa Marina, his grave shall have no stone |
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Alone, the waters gather 'round |
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And set this soldier free |
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She lies awake and dreams of me |
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Danny from the west country |
