| Here, on the slab I awake
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| And I’m freezing
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| There is a light up ahead
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| And I rise and float through the air
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| Through a tunnel
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| Now the light’s up ahead
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| Here, in a bullring I stand
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| Am I dreaming?
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| There is a bull up ahead
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| And I laugh, 'Ha ha ha'
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| I get it, I’m dead
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| And this whole charade’s
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| A fight for my soul
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| Red-eyed fiend
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| Lunges I turn while
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| Skeletal picadores
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| Stab away at the beast
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| I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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| I lay my eyes on the Devil
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| Oh fate, once again I lay
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| I lay, I lay, I lay
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| There in the stands something grabs
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| My attention
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| Like it is calling to me
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| It’s a girl with eyes like the sea
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| Is she an angel sent to watch over me?
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| I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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| I lay my eyes on the Devil
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| Oh fate, once again I lay
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| I lay, I lay, I lay
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| Suddenly I remember
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| The girl with eyes like the sea
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| I turn, she winks and she smiles gently
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| While the bull runs straight into me
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| I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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| I lay my eyes on the Devil
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| 'Blue-eyed matador', I cried
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| I fell for your wicked disguise |