| I can remember the rain in December
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| 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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| I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire
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| Can 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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| I can remember the rain in December
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| 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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| I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire
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| Can 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
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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 castanets
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| And forever we’ll know their meaning
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| I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire
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| Can 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 |