| Spanish dancers in the night
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| Making up their steps alone
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| Beyond the circle of the firelight
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| The fight to have her has begun
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| You’ve crossed the line, you can’t return
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| You’ve sealed your fate because of her
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| So cross your heart and hope to die tonight
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| On the west side they are waiting
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| If you’re a man you will be there
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| Who’s that watching from the window
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| Those who win are those who dare
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| You just follow the angels
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| Follow the cursed
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| Follow the poor in spirit
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| But get there first
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| And then a Spanish dancer
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| She’s gonna be yours
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| A Spanish dancer in the night
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| She’s making up her steps alone
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| So many stare but I don’t care
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| So many want to take her home
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| 'Cause you are not the only ones
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| And you must fight to have her love
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| 'Cause the streets are mad with bad, bad, bad
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| Blazing guns
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| Will you wake up right beside her
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| Will you live to tell the tale
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| You follow her down narrow side streets
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| But there’s a chance that you’ll get nailed
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| You just follow the angels
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| Follow the cursed
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| Follow the poor in spirit
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| But get there first
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| And then a Spanish dancer
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| She’s gonna be yours |