| Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast
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| Lost to the world he had known as a boy
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| He knows his lover lies south in the city
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| Passing along and sleepy as night
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| Warm in the woods that conceal him from light
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| He is accustomed to hiding from people
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| Taking his time as he crosses the bridge
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| Holding the flowers he picked from the ridge
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| Walking in the shadows to his señorita
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| Safe in the dawn he gets under the sheets
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| His Senorita a heavenly sweet soul
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| That was put there to save and protect him
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| He knows that time can not endlessly go
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| Traps will be sat by the people below
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| She will be caught too and he could not bear it
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| Hope in the freedom he can almost touch
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| Folk take for granted as they walk to church
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| He says his prayers and God listens to him
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| Sir all I want is a chance to amend
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| Past infidelities please do not send
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| Me far away from my wise
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| Me far away from my wise
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| Me far away from my wise señorita
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| Señorita
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| Señorita |