| A piece of the neighborhood, back in Pompeii
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| Falling asleep on the side of the embankment
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| A lantern swinging on the barrier
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| And the mystery of goodbye that sows the train
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| A bark of dogs at the moon
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| The love hidden in a gate
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| The toads rolling in the lagoon
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| And in the distance the voice of the bandoneon
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| Moon and mystery tango neighborhood
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| Distant streets, how will they be
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| Old friends that I don't even remember today
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| Let them open done, where will they be
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| Tango neighborhood that belonged to that
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| Juana the blonde that I loved so much
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| She will know that I suffer thinking about her
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| From the afternoon I left her
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| Moon and mystery tango neighborhood
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| From the memory I see you again
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| This is how I evoke your nights neighborhood e'tango
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| With the chatas entering the corralón
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| The moon splashing on the mud
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| And in the distance the voice of the bandoneon
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| Moon and mystery tango neighborhood
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| Distant streets, how will they be
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| Old friends that I don't even remember today
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| Let them open done, where will they be
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| Tango neighborhood that belonged to that
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| Juana the blonde that I loved so much
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| She will know that I suffer thinking about her
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| From the afternoon I left her
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| Moon and mystery tango neighborhood
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| From the memory I see you again |