| She wants the moon and the sun
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| And to be able to run
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| On top of a cloud
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| Let her go
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| Caught in a valley of stars
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| Reaching to grab hold of Mars
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| We’ll make her feel proud
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| Dancing fandangos in space
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| Wearing a costume of lace
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| Her castanets setting the pace
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| To the wind as it blows
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| Spanish mystique in the air
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| A velvet red rose in her hair
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| A dazzling electrical fair
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| Lights the sky, lifts her sky
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| And to be able to run
|
| On top of a cloud
|
| Let her go
|
| Caught in a valley of stars
|
| Reaching to grab hold of Mars
|
| We’ll make her feel proud
|
| Dancing fandangos in space
|
| Wearing a costume of lace
|
| Castanets setting the pace
|
| To the wind as it blows
|
| Spanish mystique in the air
|
| A velvet red rose in her hair
|
| A dazzling electrical fair
|
| Lights the sky, lifts her sky
|
| Ugh
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| She wants the sun
|
| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| (She wants the moon and the sun)
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| (She wants the moon and the sun)
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| (She wants the moon and the sun)
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| (She wants the moon and the sun)
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| (She wants the moon)
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| Ahh
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| She wants to fly high
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| She wants the moon and the sun
|
| And to be able to run
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| On top of a cloud
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| Let her go
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| Caught in a valley of stars
|
| Reaching to grab hold of Mars
|
| We’ll make her feel proud
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| Retirando
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| Oooh
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore
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| Gitanos son primore |