| One day i had to leave my country, calm beach and palm tree…
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| That day i couldn’t even cry
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| And i forgot that outside there would be other men
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| But today, but today, but today, i don’t know why
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| I feel a little more blue than then
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| The day carmen miranda died
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| They put a photograph in the magazine
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| Her dead mouth with red lipstick smiled
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| And people cried, i was about ten
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| But today, but today, but today, i don’t know why
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| I feel a little more blue than then…
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| One morning they came around to take to jail
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| I smiled at them and said — all right
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| But alone in that same day’s nigth i cried and cried again
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| But today, but today, but today, i don’t know why
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| I feel a little more blue than then…
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| One night i saw a mexican film
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| These twin brothers tryed to kill each other
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| She opened her arms and got two bullets
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| And died sweetly without a sigh
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| But tonight, but tonight, but tonight, i don’t know why
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| I feel a little more blue than then
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| One day i went down to the underground but
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| I missed the last train
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| And now that i’m just looking around
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| I feel a little more blue than then
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| Looking around…
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| I don’t know why
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| I feel a little more blue than then… |