| Every night in the cantina I watch you from afar
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| As you’re joking with those late night drinkers and leaning on the bar
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| Underneath your smiling face there’s a sadness I can see
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| I can tell 'cause I know you well you’re lonely just like me
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is where I want to be
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is home sweet home to me
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| Well I’ve heard all of those stories you know how stories get around
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| About that lonely travelling man who was passing through the town
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| How he stole your heart and left you, how he said he would return
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| But a travelling man will never settle down he just keeps on moving on
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is where I want to be
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is home sweet home to me
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is where I want to be
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is home sweet home to me
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| So I sit way back in the corner, I’m trying to get the nerve
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| And if you slap my face, throw me out of the place, it’s only what I deserve
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| 'Cause your travelling man’s come back again, it’s a dream that’s coming true
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| I’ve been following a star too long by far and it’s brought me home to you
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is where I want to be
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is home sweet home to me
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| Angelina, your cantina is where I want to be
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| Oh Angelina, your cantina is home sweet home to me |