| They've already called you queen
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| Mother city of sadness
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| They already called you old lady
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| Girl and girl, princess
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| You already rhymed your pier
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| With seagulls and tides
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| They want to know where you are going
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| don't want to know who you are
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| Go crying your sorrows
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| without killing your hunger
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| Your waters are called Tagus
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| Not to say your name
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| Oh, Lisbon, if you only knew
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| Find someone who found you
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| Maybe one day you would have
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| A name that you liked
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| Oh, Lisbon, if you avoided
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| That they called you for nothing
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| Maybe one day you would find
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| Who called you Lisbon
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| They already called you a bitch
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| Night-Woman of Bad Fame
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| You have already been called Maria
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| Your name nobody calls you
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| They disguised your roots
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| With clothes from other people
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| They will listen to what you say
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| To forget what you feel
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| The past makes you great
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| They make mischief to your people
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| They will repeat your fado
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| But they don't invent you again
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| Oh, Lisbon, if you only knew
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| Find someone who found you
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| Maybe one day you would have
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| A name that you liked
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| Oh, Lisbon, if you avoided
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| That they called you for nothing
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| Maybe one day you would find
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| Who called you Lisbon
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| Oh, Lisbon, if you avoided
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| That they called you for nothing
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| Maybe one day you would find
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| Who called you Lisbon
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| Maybe one day you would find
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| Who called you Lisbon |