| It has been so long
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| Almost nothing has passed
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| It's been 20 years
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| And we've only just begun
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| Gypsy passion in the blood of the feet to the beat
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| This is how the arms move, like the sea moves
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| We still enjoy rumba and bulería
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| There's so much, so much, so much to give
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| CHORUS
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| They are 20 years, they are nothing more
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| They are 20 years, they are to sing
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| Of so many emotions, of so many hearts
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| they will never forget
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| They are 20 years, they are nothing more
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| They are 20 years old, they are for dancing
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| Of giving songs between loves and flowers
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| Gentlemen, gentlemen, we are doing well
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| It hasn't been that long
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| If 20 years is not na´
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| So says some tango
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| And that's the plain truth
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| Between musicians and applause it made us want to walk
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| And it seems that we started to canyar a while ago
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| We enjoy rumba and bulería and still
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| There's so much, so much, so much to give
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| CHORUS
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| They are 20, years are nothing more
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| They are 20, years are to sing
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| They are 20, years are nothing more
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| They are 20, years are of dancing
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| Of so many emotions, of so many hearts
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| they will never forget
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| Gypsy passion in the blood of the feet to the beat
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| This is how the arms move like the sea moves
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| Between musicians and applause it made us want to walk
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| And it seems that we started singing a while ago
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| We enjoy rumba and bulería and still
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| There's so much, so much, so much to give
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| CHORUS
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| (Thanks to Edu for these lyrics) |