| Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday…
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| And all it’s edges folded and the corners faded sleepy brown.
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| And yet it’s all I have of our past love,
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| A post script to it’s ending.
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| Brighter days, I can see such brighter days.
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| When every song we sang is sung again.
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| And now we know, we know this time it’s for good.
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| And we’re lovers once again… and you’re near me.
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| Verse I I can remember the rain in December, the leaves of brown, on the ground…
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| In Spain I did love and adore you!
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| The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays
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| And tomorrow will bring you near me.
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| Bridge
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| I can recall my desire
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| Every reverie is on fire
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| And I get a picture of all my yesterdays,
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| Yesterday I can say.
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| I get a kick every time they play… that spain again!
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| Verse II
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| I can remember the rain in December, the leaves of brown, on the ground…
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| Our love was a spanish fiesta
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| The bright lights and songs were our joy each day!
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| And the nights were the heat of yearning.
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| Bridge
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| I can recall my desire
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| Every reverie is on fire
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| And I get a picture of all my yesterdays,
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| Yesterday I can say.
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| I get a kick every time I see… you gaze at me Verse III
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| I see moments of history
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| Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody
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| And we live again, as if dreaming
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| The sound of our hearts beat like castenettes
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| And forever we’ll know their meaning.
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| Solos’s — 2 verses
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| Verse IV
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| You gaze at me… I see moments of history.
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| Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody.
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| And we live again, as if dreaming
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| The sound of our hearts beat like castenettes
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| And forever we’ll know their meaning.
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| Vocal solos — 2 verses
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| Verse IV
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| Verse I Bridge -→ ritard… |