| Malaga where our lips first met,
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| To the beat of the castanet,
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| Now I pray to the skies above,
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| Bring him back, please bring back my love. |
| Ah!
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| Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me.
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| Malagueña, though you are everything to me,
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| Malagueña, my true love is the sea.
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| Love like ours must learn to play, play a waiting game,
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| And live just for the flame;
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| Malagueña, there’s a fire deep inside of me,
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| That must burn, die out, so I can be free.
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| If no spark lingers within when the storm is past,
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| I’ll be yours, i’ll be yours, yours at last. |