| Some times when the sun goes down
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| And I’m lost in some other town
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| My thoughts may drift away
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| To Manzanillo Bay
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| And I can see a fisherman
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| His day’s catch Iying on the sand
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| Underneath the palms that sway
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| Over Manzanillo Bay
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| Now I’m missing your silver moon
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| Black sands and your blue lagoon
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| Some day I would like to be Back next to your shining sea
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| Drinking rum from a conch shell
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| Caught up in your magic spell
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| Some day I would like to go Back down to Mexico
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| I remember your fields of cane
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| Your warm breezes and jungle rains
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| And watching the children play
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| Over Manzanillo Bay
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| And out in your market square
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| The women sing out to sell their wares
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| I’ve got fresh shrimp today
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| From Manzanillo Bay
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| And under the spell of night
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| The bay reflecting the harbor light
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| You can hear the guitar play
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| Over Manzanillo Bay
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| And if you’re thinking about romance
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| And you’re willing to take a chance
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| Just pick any small cafe
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| In Manzanillo Bay
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| Some times when the sun goes down
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| And I’m lost in some other town
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| My thoughts may drift away
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| To Manzanillo Bay |